Temporary Agreement (DNF)

Chapter 11

George POV

He's gone. I'm alone in his house and as much as that should make me feel good since he trusts me to stay here without him, the abruptness of the situation has my head spinning. Us hours prior felt like everything was right to me. It was like I had a real friend, laughing and helping me all at the same time as we worked together to solve this case.

I turn on the chair that i've been sitting on for around 20 minutes since he announced his departure, not being able to concentrate on this case anymore that feels much more dull without his presence. The irony of it all is that I thought he would be distracting me with being here, not vice versa.

But I can't stop myself from replaying moments in my head that don't mean as much to him as they do to me, and I realize my loneliness is really starting to affect my perspective on the situation between us. But when I try to pull myself away and look at it from an outside point of view, it seems he is being too friendly for me to read wrongly.

Alas I end up taking myself on that offer of taking a shower, and accidentally walk through tens of different rooms trying to find the correct one. I don't have a change of clothes which would be beneficial, neither do I have anything to wash or dry myself with. Maybe going home to at least grab a few things would be worth it, but i'm not too sure if I want to purposely put myself on his bad side. Things are good, and i'm starting to consider myself to be somewhat happy.

Being alone is something I've grown used to, but not something i'm too fond of. Silence is when my thoughts gets too loud that it doesn't even seem like i'm on my own. It's like i'm with another person that won't stop talking. So as i'm in the shower, scrubbing Dreams shampoo into my hair with a certain type of force that I wish would scrub away all these malicious things the voice in my head won't seem to let me escape, it still doesn't work.

And maybe I enjoy Dreams company so much because he feels like an escape. A small outlet that is a louder voice than the one in my head, letting me have a small break.

But when i'm back here, alone, the voice says something is wrong with the way i'm feeling. It knows me inside out, what to poke at to get me to feel the most insecure and just the right thing to say to make it apparent that I am not normal.

I step out of the shower, turning the knob completely shut and opening the glass door to grab a towel from the small closet in his washroom. I dry my hair off first, then the rest of my body.

The voice is too loud for me, it's one of those days where I want to pull my hair out. It's probably since I had been with Dream, overthinking every little thing and trying to dissect it like one of my cases, since that's the only thing I have grown to perfect in these past few years.

But this isn't some case, it's my life.

I walk out with a towel around my waist, and his room is attached to the washroom. I don't have any clothes, and I want to quickly find something warm and clean to wear so I hope he won't mind me grabbing one of his sweaters that are far too big for me, as well as some sweat pants that I need to pull extremely tight around my waist so I don't end up flashing someone. He said I could shower, so i'm sure it would be alright if I used his clothes to stay warm.

Hopefully i'm not overstepping.

But when I get downstairs I go straight for my keys, not being able to stand the person in my head any longer. Deciding a drive with blaring music can help drown it out, something I resort to a lot during times like this.

So I leave and hop in my car, driving with no real purpose.

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It's around ten o'clock when I pull back into his driveway. It's dark outside and I stopped at a Mcdonald's to just sit and eat in the parking lot. I don't even know if he is back yet from whatever he had to do since he always parks his bikes in his garage, and i'm slightly scared he will be pissed that I left when he told me not to.