Homocide Fifty || DNF

33. Relief

George rushes inside the building, panting with both Dream and Sapnap beside him. He rushes through the already big crowd, and while searching for Wilbur, he notices the thick, intoxicating smell of different liquors. George feels as if he's been gone for eternities, because it's incredible how much Wilbur has managed to do.

He spots Wilbur sitting in the red couch with Hannah. George smiles softly, letting out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. Wilbur perks his head up, his hair looking well-made, his suit, dark red, beautiful on him. George didn't know he had a red suit and how he managed to change—

"George! There you are!" He beams, the red cup in his hand threatening to spill. George awkwardly smiles, looking around nervously. He leans closer, "how many people did you manage to invite in such a short amount of time?" He scrunches his nose. Hannah laughs besides him.

"Everyone went home, got ready and came back. Plus invited some friends. Butlers took care of the alcohol and all the other stuff. Also, you're like, blowing up on social media," she says, her brows raising. She's got a rose-coloured dress on, long silver earrings and a necklace.

George furrows his brows. "I am? Already?" He scoffs, joining them in the red couch. It brings back memories. Dream and Sapnap, unsure of what to do, hover over him, not daring to sit down. Wilbur gives them a weird look.

"You guys can sit down," Wilbur smiles. He smiles like he's just met them. Like he's just met Clay - Dream. It makes George release a short breath of relief. Wilbur has finally accepted it. Accepted Dream and his mistakes. Dream and Sapnap nod, sitting down on either side of George.

George has a small, aching gut feeling that Wilbur's still got something against Dream. But maybe he's over it. It just feels so sudden, seeing him smile at Dream innocently. Maybe it's all a lie, but the way he's portraying himself; calm, friendly and kind, makes George believe that he's truly made peace.

"Have we met before?" Hannah asks politely, offering a hand for them to shake. They both shake it, one after the other, rather formally.

"We were at Bad's birthday party but I'm not sure we've ever talked," Sapnap says, shrugging. He's already got a cup in his hand, an unknown liquor, and George wonders how he could manage to obtain that in such a short amount of time.

Hannah nods, starting a conversation with Sapnap. Dream sits next to George, nervously picking his nails. It's definitely an unknown environment, even though Dream has been here before, at a birthday party. But it feels different. Even for George.

It feels as if they're saying goodbye to the last chapter in a book. Like it's the last season in a series on Netflix. It's that bittersweet feeling. It's not like Bad's birthday party, because Bad will have plenty of birthday parties in the future that George can look forward to.

George is gonna have plenty of cases to look forward to. But he knows he's gonna cherish this one forever. Tell it to his kids, grandchildren, lover, his mum.

When George visits his mum again, he's gonna make sure to make time to buy flowers.

Flowers to lay on his dads grave. He'll tell him about the things he's accomplished. Tell him about the troublesome but rewarding journey, the stressful nights, the early, lousy mornings.

"George?"

That's right. That's what his dad used to say.

"George? Look! Doesn't your mother look beautiful?" His dad smiles widely, looking at his lover in-front of him. George's mum stands, trying on different dresses for their 10 year anniversary.

"Yeah, she does," George smiles. Maybe he'll experience that kind of love one day. To be loved by someone so deeply that it hurts. It hurts to look at how beautiful they are. It hurts to know what could happen in the future.