why him || dreamnotfound

Chapter Twenty Three

[dreams pov]

Why is it so difficult to wrap gifts? For the past 10 minutes I have been sitting on my bed wrestling while trying to wrap the present I got for George.

It was not going as planned.

I let out a sigh to express my frustration, giving up on the perfection I had hoped for and settling for 'good enough.' Although the more I looked at it, the more it irritated me, so I unwrapped it and just decided to put it in a gift bag. I jumped to my bed and placed it safe on my desk.

I know it's a stupid thing to do. Showing up to my exes birthday party, expecting— more so hoping, to not get slapped and splashed in the face with a drink before I'm able to hand him my gift.

I tapped my phone which was resting on my nightstand to discover that it was already 10pm. The hours must've slipped away as I fumbled through the maze of wrapping paper and ribbons, trying to figure out the best way to wrap the gifts. I had decided to clean up a bit before getting ready for bed. I was never really one to stay up late, although tonight it felt as if the hours had a way of sneaking up on me.

That night, I laid in bed thinking about George. I had no doubt in my mind that what I did was wrong. I had no doubt that I had missed him more than I have missed anything before. I missed his smile, how he always smelt like an autumn day no matter the season. How contagious his laugh was, how my stupid jokes always pulled an eye roll out of him. There was not a thing I didn't miss. Being able to love him was what I missed most.

***

[george's pov]

I had given plenty of thought to the situation, reflecting on everything that had happened between Dream and me. The distance, both physical and emotional, had given me space to process, and in these months apart, I've realized that I've become a different person. It's as if the time spent apart has reshaped me in ways I hadn't expected, leaving me strangely at peace with who I've become.

I took the breakup very difficult at first. Although as time went on, I took the journey upon myself to find peace.

It's hard to explain, although I had never felt more free, I enjoy not dedicating all my time and energy to a boy who clearly didn't cherish me until I was gone.

This isn't to say that at times I don't miss him. I miss his dirty blonde hair, I miss his freckles, I even miss his stupid walk that I used to mimic until we were tearing up for laughter. I miss our late night calls and how he was funny, yet a serious person who I could share all my secrets with. I miss how every time he was close, There's a lot to miss about our time spent together and I truly believe in my heart that that time was well spent. I miss my best friend.

Maybe one day into the future, if it's really meant to be, we'll find each other again. Although that would most definitely have to be far into the future.

I released a steady breath out from my lungs in a way to help ease my thoughts. I still have a whole life ahead of me. Starting with my birthday tomorrow night. It had been a struggle to convince my parents to let me have the house to myself on my birthday but alas, they caved in when I told them I was having a quiet movie night with some friends and wanted the house to ourselves.

As the time passed, I had noticed I was feeling drowsier and more tired so I let sleep consume me, awaiting my eventful day tomorrow.

***

The sun peeked in through the window which illuminated my room into a subtle glow.

I rolled over from my warm spot in bed so I was able to feel the refreshing side. I laid there for a while more, enjoying the soothing, cold material before fully opening my eyes to check the time.

I stare at the digital clock on my nightstand which displayed '10:00AM'. I pondered on whether I should bring myself to get up and rip away the comfort of my bed.

"George? Are you awake yet?" A quiet and careful voice grabbed my focus. I recognized that voice to be my sister.

I made a noise indicating that I was awake to which the door creaked open slowly, revealing to her holding something.

Two bottles, one being apple juice and the water. It was our tradition. Every year on our birthdays, I'd bring her orange juice and water and she'd bring me apple juice and water. 

"Happy birthday.. Mum said you wanted the house alone for a 'movie night'" Her voice was quiet, as if not to wake me despite being already and clearly awake.

"Yeah? They're coming over later," I rubbed my eyes, knowing there was more to say due to her wondering tone.

"Okay," she scoffed, welcoming herself in and putting the beverages on the bedside table.

I sat upright to rest my back against the pillows. I looked at her with my brows slightly furrowed, curious as to what she was getting at.

"What?," I inquired, getting impatient so pushing her to say what she really wanted to say.

She rolled her eyes before taking a seat at the end of my bed.

"I know," Was all she let slip.

I started blankly at her, waiting for her to continue but she never did. What was she doing?

"Just know, that I know," Is all she let on before picking herself up from her spot on my bed, and beginning to walk herself out my room. I know what she was implying , but I didn't want her to know that I knew that she knew in the case she lets anything slip around our parents. 

She paused right in front of my door and lingered there for a second before she spun around to face me, the smirk she held on her face seconds prior has now been wiped off and she appears to have a cautious look on her face. Probably wondering whether or not she should let her thoughts be known. Whether it would make me angry, whether she should continue or just leave.

"Have you talked to Dream recently?" She pried .

Oh God.

I groaned in annoyance as I sunk back down on my bed and pulled the covers over my head.

My sister only giggled at my reaction to avoid her nosy question. I simply rolled my eyes beneath the covers while her laughter calmed down.

"What?" She laughed, "You never told me why you broke up!", I didn't respond to her attempts to snoop into something as personal as this.

After a few moments of silence, she exhaled and put her hands on her lap, "Well, have fun with your 'movie night'"

With that, she left, and as I lay hidden beneath the covers, a smile slowly spread across my face, unable to resist the warmth of the moment, even though she couldn't see it.

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a/n:
guys idek.
finishing this story, next chapter and final chapter out right after this one! (+ epilogue) 

trying to fix this dumbass story lolll