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𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜

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Sapnap watches as Dream looks down and nods, crossing the hall. A minute later he emerges, leaning on the opposite wall, avoiding his eyes.

They stand in the middle of the hallway for a brief minute, daring the other to speak first. The truth being, Dream doesn't want to hear what his best friend has to say. Sapnap always tended to speak with blunt candor, and it wasn't something he wanted at the moment.

"You've got to tell him dude." The desperation in his voice was evident. There was no more time left, and he knew that the more wasted, the more hurt would consume them. "Now. Wake him up. Just do it."

"No." Dream says simply.

"What the fuck do you mean, no?" Sapnap hurls back.

"Just think about what you're saying. Even if I did, we've got three days. If he doesn't feel the same, I'll ruin his last few. If he does, it won't matter anyway." Tears well in Dream's eyes, reflecting the pearly light from the windows for Sapnap to observe freely.

"Three days of love is better than three days of denial." His voice flows through him with practiced ease, a plea to listen. "George loves you. It's so fucking obvious but you dimwits can't see it."

"I can't,"

"You can,"

Dream runs a tired hand over his face, shaking his head. "There's no time."

"There's enough. Enough for you guys to be happy, even if it's only for a little while." Sapnap exhales patiently, waiting for his friend to see reason just like he did. It hurts that he only has Karl like this for a few days. But he'll have that comfort when they take their last breaths, and he wants..no needs his best friends to have the same.

A piercing scream rang out through the warm house and they both looked at Sapnap's open door.

"Karl?" Dream swallows.

"No."

They both rush toward Dream's bedroom, swinging open the door and wincing as the doorknob slams against the drywall, denting it beyond repair. The soft comforter was on the floor, pillows kicked to the other side of the room. George let out another heartbreaking scream, moonlight catching on the glistening tears on his cheeks.

Sapnap had already rushed forward to stop his friend from hurting himself. He grabs the other's wrists, fighting to pin them against the bed, shouting at him to wake up. When George's eyes finally peel open, he falls into inviting arms, breathing heavily into his chest.

He clings onto the soft material of Sapnap's hoodie, mumbling thank you at the sky. Sapnap doesn't think the gratitude is towards him. His eyebrows quirk with confusion. He has expected George to withdraw, to flush with embarrassment and push him away. Instead, the other melted into his embrace, shuddering with relief.

"Where's–where's..." He gasps, each agonizing pound of his heart weakening his resolve to finish his sentence.

"Where's who? Dream?" Sapnap asks gently. George nods. "Dream, get over here."

Dream is still standing in the doorway, unable to move. The emeralds of his eyes are widened with panic and glazed over with more than a little uncertainty. Sapnap snaps at him again and he jolts forward, crossing the room quickly.

"Dream," George's breathing was staggered, lungs contracting, betraying his own body.

Large hands cupped his face, wiping away his tears. The brunette struggles out of his hold, slamming his ear into Dream's chest, finding sanctuary within the steady melody of his heartbeat.