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left behind (part 3)

Here's the final part of this short-story.
As usual I hope you will enjoy it.

*Dream's pov:*

While I was waiting for George, I decided to take my phone out my schoolbag to check the time, but I was interrupted by light footsteps, I looked up and I saw a small figure walking in the bathroom of the dressing room.

The door of the bathroom was soon locked.

George knew I understood what was going on and probably took advantage of the fact that I was distracted to snick in the bathroom.

I got up from the bench I was seating on and walked to the door, you could hear soft sobs coming from behind it, George was having a breakdown.
I knocked on the door, this caused the sobs to stop and some shuffling in the locked room, he didn't say anything though. "George?", I said a little hesitant, "...", " it's me Clay..." I spoke again, but I still received no answer.
"Could you open the door please...?" I said with a soft voice.

*George's pov:*

I heard a voice from outside the bathroom, but I couldn't understand a word, maybe because of the walls or maybe something else....I'm not really sure about that.

What they said and the way they acted really hurt me in the deep, and let's not talk about the pain from the way the teacher behaved....
'It has been like this for years, why does it still hurt so much?
Maybe because it's the truth, a truth I don't wanna acept, maybe I'm actually a horrible and cruel person and I just don't realise it'.

I feel so stupid for crying over something like this, I feel so weak for this....
This went on for a bit. For the whole time I just remained sit on the ground, crying, with these painful thoughts that reminded me of pityfull I was.

The only word I had been able to hear from the other side was "....me Clay", at first I ignored it but as the time passed it became harder and so I used all the strengh I had left to get up and unlock the door. After that I went back to my spot, and I sat there hugging my legs like before.
The door quickly opened, reaveling the tall blonde I craved for. He had a look of intense worry on his face, right when I was about to say something he ran towards me and trapped me in a tight hug.

*Dream's pov:*

I have been waiting outside of the bathroom since I had tried to talk to George, I'm starting to worry 'what if he's trying to do something of dangerous?!?!' I yelled to myself in my head. As much as I wanted to just burge in, I decided to keep on waiting for the brunet to open the door out of his own will.

I was starting to zone out as I was completly drowned by my thoughts, when I heard the door's lock next to me unlock.
After that I quickly opened the door, right after me there was the small brunet sitting on the floor, crying. Before he could say anything I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his limp body, and held him tight. "I-I'm so glad you're alright" I said full of relief.

I noticed that he wasn't hugging back, I pulled away remembering how much George hated physical thouch, but as soon as I did that I felt small arms wrap around my waist. I was honestly shocked but hugged back anyway.
"What's wrong George?" I said softly, at first he remained silent. I was about to say something again, but got interrupted "why? Why C-Clay?" He said with a shaky voice, "w-why do they do this to me?...I just don't g-get it...." the brunet said, "oh George you know you should not listen to them" I said in attempt to comfort him, "I t-tried my best, I s-swear I did....but it's never enough", I was about to speak but got cut off again, "I've always been so nice and helpful.....a-and understanding of them....why are they doing this to me..." the brunet continued again, "am I r-really such a horrible and c-cruel person to be t-treated like this by them....by most of the p-people I try to befriend?", after that he started to cry even harder, this broke my heart, I truly did not espect him to think that of himself.

I hugged him even tighter and started to draw small circles with my thumbs on his back, "hey, there no need to be so harsh on yourself. You are the best person I've ever met, you make me feel so happy and lightheaded when I'm with you. You're beautiful, talented-", I got cut off by George "stop you're making me blush" he complained, which I found adorable, "~oooh is someone shy now?~" I said jokinly only to receive a shut up from the boy in my arms.

*George's pov:*

Dream's compliments made me super flustered, and even though the way I snapped at him I really enjoyed them.

We stayed in the same position for a while, I decided to use this as an opprtunity to say to him what I've be wanting to tell for a really long time, "Clay..?" I said while looking up at him, "mh?", "there's something I need to tell you.." I said in a low voice though he managed to hear me anyway, "sure, go on" he answered back, as I was about to speak I could feel my nervousyness rise like crazy but a pushed it aside, "I-I think I like you" I quickly said, hiding my face his chest out of embarassement.

I then felt a gentle hand reach out for my face, pulling it up, with this I was forced to keep eye contact with the boy who was holding me, "are you sure?" Clay said in a seriuos tone, "y-yes" I said starting to feel tears threating me to come out, I think he noticed that as he slowly started to acaress my right cheek, "I like you too" he gently said, and just like that he crushed his lips on mine and I kissed him back.
The kiss was so sweet and genuine (not sure if that's how you write it😅), I didn't want for it to end, though my lungs did, so we pulled apart.

I then burried my face into his chest again, finding it comforting and relaxing, this caused him to chuckle and press a kiss on my head." Thank you so much" I said with a muffled voice, "for what?" Clay asked dumbfounded, "for being with me and acepting me for who I am" I said, "there is no need to thank me for that, if I helped you it's becuase I wanted to, okay? Don't ever feel like a burden, alright?", I simply hummed as I didn't want him to notice I was starting to tear up.

I feel so lucky to have found someone who actually treats me and sees me as a person, and not an object to thrown away when not needed anymore like the others see me.

The end

I wish I could find a person like that too.😭