Racer 404 || (dnf)

16• Last Look

(Dream POV)

It's half an hour before we leave. Before george leaves. The kiss spins in my mind, the words shared threatens heat to my face. I cover my mouth with my hand before a smile spills in-front of Karl and sapnap as they sit on the opposite couch tangled into eachother.

The sound of repetitive banging signals down the stairs as George climbs down with the suit case. His face bowed, my hoodie clinging to his frame. I stand and engulf him into my arms.

'Are you ready George?'

Sapnap says, standing up aswell, Karl rises next to him.

Beyond the hearing of anyone but me I hear his whispers, they cut deep through my skin, clawing at my stomach as i close my eyes before tears fall.

'I don't want to go Dream. Please don't make me go.'

But before I could reply his ringtone blurs out against the silence; it's his manager. He picks it up and puts it on speaker.

'Hello there George, I know we spoke yesterday but I just wanted to see if you are ready to go? The train to the airport leaves in half an hour and if your not on there..'

He pauses slightly, letting a sharp, angry laugh slip through his lips before replying.

'There is going to be some issues am I correct?'

'Yes.'

'Alright then are you getting in your Uber now?'

'Yes.'

'Good good I shall talk more when you are back in the UK. Bye.'

He leaves before waiting for a reply. George looks up to me with glossy eyes. Fear of what these many months will do to us in our phase of a lovesick honeymoon.

I look away, too pained to stand here and watch him slip away. Pressing my hand to my mouth, fighting back salty tears that combust in my eyes.

I feel as though I'm lighting a fire, but instead of it tickling my fingertips as it swells into an ocean of love, it swallows me, getting too close to my skin and watching as it devours my body. And in a few seconds it turns me into no more than a fragment of dust that flows beyond the annoyance of a person walking past.

George understands as he turns to the door quietly, watching the string that once tied us together stretch beyond its power, in a few moments time to be cut in half by the closing doors of the train that will take him to the airport.

Sapnap pats me on the shoulder as he follows George, car keys hanging from his finger. Karl tagging along like a lost puppy. I'm left alone.

I'm left alone in the darkness of the house that was once a home. It now evolves with the loss of a giggly brunette that had caught my eye when I crashed into him during a high speed race all those months back, almost costing him his life. But still in those moments he made space to love me. Even though he could've died in the fire. The fire that I caused.

(This next scene as you could call it, is resembling a panic attack and is why the writing doesn't make sense entirely, it shows how it effects the mind in the midst of panic.)

The fire that now, suffocates my breath and dizzies my sight. The fire that is creeping closer and closer by the second. It's hot. Too hot. I panic. Sweat beads forming. It's too hot.

I rip off my sweater and pace in a circle, looking for a relief. It's closing in. Hot. Too hot.

It strangles my lungs. My breathes become shorter and shorter. Pacing in circles. Circles and circles. Relief? Cold. Circles i pace. The floor becoming worn. Discarded hoodie on the ground. Where's the wall? Where's the end? It's coming. Hot too hot. It's closer, breathing down my neck. Breathing the air it stole from me it's wrapped around my chest as I still. It squeezing me it's-