The Fill-in Boyfriend // DNF

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Sapnap was awfully quiet. George wanted him to say something, anything about what he had just told him but the man stayed stubbornly silent.

George figured it was because he was ashamed at what his best friend Dream had done.

"I don't know what to do, Sapnap." George sighed, he reached up and rubbed the tear stains from his cheek. "I can't do this anymore. I've tried with relationships and I really thought Dream was the one."

Sapnap looked up, his eyes full of concern. It was odd to see that rather than mischeif and amusement. "I just don't think Dream would cheat on you. He's a good guy. I've known him since we were kids, George."

George frowned, "Don't tell me you think I'm lying?!"

"Of course not!" Sapnap threw up his hands in surrender, "I'm just saying. I think you don't have the full story. Did you even give Dream a chance to explain?"

"Why would I do that?" George spat. "He was sitting in a booth with his ex. It's pretty obvious what was happening."

"I just think you should let him tell you what was going on." Sapnap said quietly.

George felt blind rage. How dare he say that? "I'm not going to do anything! I told him I never wanted to fucking see him again! He's a cheat and a snob!" The tears were back, but this time they were as hot as his anger felt.

Sapnap reached over to clasp George's hand in comfort but George drew back sharply. "I can't with you! I thought you, my only friend, would back me up here, but I can't even trust you!" George regretted the words even as he said them. He was being unfair. Sapnap had been nothing but kind to him for the past few days and this was how George was repaying him? He was no better than Dream.

"I'm leaving." George's face went frighteningly numb.

"But George, where will you go?!" Sapnap cried, he ignored the hurtful words spoken just seconds ago.

"Who the fuck cares." George stood from the table, storming off into the night without grabbing his things. Sapnap was left dumbfounded in the darkness.

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George had decided. Maybe it had been decided a while ago. It didn't matter.

He couldn't do it anymore. He had tried and given and revived nothing in return. Only heartbreak and betrayal. He was fucking sick of it.

Why must he continue with all this suffering? It wasn't fair.

The waves crashed against the shore with a fervor like no other. George pulled out his phone and dialed a number, breathing heavily.

"911 what's your emergency."

"Hi, i'd like to report a child abuse case."

After a few moments of talking with the lady on the other end, George hung up. He had given them everything they needed to save Sylvia and he could do what he had come here to do.

For a brief moment, George thought about leaving a note for someone, before he realized he had no one to leave one to. He either hated or was hated by everyone he knew. Except Sylvia. But George had said everything he wanted to to her.

The wind whipped around George's figure with gusto. A storm raged in the distance above the oceans and George wanted to laugh.

He had made it.

He had had his run. He could be free.

The only thing he had really wanted was for Sylvia to be safe. He wouldn't have to be here and worry about everything. He had finally stood up to his parents and they were gonna pay for what they did.

Everyone was going to pay.

George dropped his head back and cried at the darkening sky. The feeling of relief he was feeling was so amazing he wanted to savor every emotion.

Tears streamed endlessly down his face as he laughed and laughed. He was really happy. Truly.

A wave rushed over his feet, cold and sudden, and George realized he had moved closer to the growing waves.

Another step let the water up to his waist. Another, his shoulders. A wave rose above him and crashed down upon him, fully submerging him.

George welcomed it with open arms. He sunk into the cold, dark water as if in slow motion. Slowly he watched each and every bubble escape the corner of his mouth and trickle up to the surface.

The rumble of crashing waves above him were the most comforting sound in the world to George and he began to close his eyes.

The last thing he remembered before losing himself to the blackness was a blurry hand reaching out to him from above.

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So uhm hi again