Please, do not forget me [DNF] | English version

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[A month later]

--Hello love—Dream said hugging his couple's waist.

--Hello honey, what happened?—

--I don't know if you remember, but a while ago you told me about your ex-boyfriend and what he did to you... If you don't mind, do you think you could tell me what happened?--His voice sounded a little different. Kind of worried when saying this.

--Sure, no problem. Let's sit on the couch—

--I follow you--

--Well...--George begins to tell when both were already seated--about four years ago, more or less, I met Wilbur. He became my best friend incredibly quickly, we hung out a lot and I had a great time with him, until he started saying slightly different things about me. I didn't understand what was happening but one day, we were with other friends playing at my house and he asked me to be his boyfriend. I didn't want to, I didn't like him at all. He was like a brother to me, but the others began to pressure me to say yes and I ended up accepting because of the pressure... How stupid, right? —He said the last thing almost in a whisper.

--Hey, don't say that about the man I love, Georgie--the blonde clarified kindly, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

-Thank you... Well it turns out that Wilbur became more aggressive as time went by. I broke up with him many times, but he never understood it and I ended up doing everything he told me because of his threats. Until he crossed the line. We were watching a movie at his house and he noticed that I was uncomfortable so he put his hand on my thigh and started squeezing it, he went higher and higher. I was shaking, I didn't know what to do. I was thinking about hitting him or something like that but when I was able to react that son of a bitch had put something on my face and then I don't remember anything else...--

--Did he...--Dream began to say, but was interrupted by George.

--Drug me?—the shorter one completed the sentence—yes. I woke up the next day without clothes in his bed, with horrible pain all over my body, especially in these parts—he pointed to his back area and his abdomen—and in my jaw. That's when I decided to move here to Florida.

--Wow, Gogy... I'm really, really sorry--he said, hugging the opposite tightly. He really loved him very much.

--Don't worry honey, it's over. Besides, I'm with you now. I love you and you make me very happy, Dreamy—

--I love it when you tell me like that--he said, smiling sweetly--I love you Georgie--

The blonde couldn't take it anymore and he grabbed the shorter boy's crimson cheeks and gave him a warm kiss.

--Dreamy, going completely off topic, we have never talked about our families. You don't know mine and I don't know yours. Well, my family is not very accessible since they spend 5 months traveling for work, but what about yours? If it doesn't bother you, of course—

--Honestly, love... Talking about my family has always been difficult for me, so I apologize in advance for what I may say or do in the next few minutes hahaha—

--No problem honey. You don't have to tell me now either--

--I know, but you told me about Wilbur, it's the least I can do. Besides, I want to do it—

--As you prefer, honey—

Dream smiled at George's tender action and began to tell his part of the story.

--Until I was eight years old, my relationship with my parents was very good, the best I could have asked for, in fact. Things changed when I told them that I thought a friend from school was cute. Despite being a child, I can't forget their faces of disgust and anger when I told them that, they started yelling at me that I was confused and sick in the head, they almost hit me. They decided to send me to a psychologist, which made everything worse... Clearly my parents had the problem, but they didn't want to understand it. The psychologist told them that there was nothing wrong with me or anything strange, so they simply took me home and began to neglect me. They stopped worrying about basic things so I had to learn to do everything on my own, I started helping my neighbors with tasks to start earning some money and save it to be able to leave that house--

--When were you able to get out of there?--The shorter man's tone of voice reflected a clear concern for the opponent's story, and he had reasons to be. Despite the absence of his own parents, George grew up being loved by them.

--When I turned 17—

--That was three years ago...--

--Yep--

--And it all started when you were eight years old—

--Mhm--

--You spent nine years putting up with your parents?—

--Yep--he agreed, looking at the ground.

--I'm so sorry, Dream—

--No no. Don't worry, honey. It wasn't your fault, and it was a long time ago. Like you said, we're together now and I couldn't ask for anything more--After that, they both gave each other a big hug and clearly an occasional kiss. Then, they agreed to tidy up their house a little and go out to a square, which was not that far away. They walked for an hour, until they started to get hungry.

--Dreamyyyyy—the shorter one complained.

--Yes baby?--

--I'm hungryyyy--

--Do you want to go eat something love?--

--Yesssss--

--You look like a capricious child Gogy hahaha--

--You raise me badly, Dreamy. By the way, I like it when you call me Gogy or baby outside of something sexual... Clay--

When saying his name, the taller one couldn't help but blush and choke on his own saliva.

--Oh God--

--Lets go? I want to eat--

--Let's go--the blonde finished, reacting and taking the shorter man's hand, heading to a nearby place so he could get something to eat.

Upon arrival, Dream ordered the most basic items, while George almost ordered the entire menu.

--Geooorgieee—the tallest one said laughing—you're going to have to take the food home—

--Be-er yous—the opponent responded while he ate a piece of a chicken wing—nd I'll mov i with you-- [Better yours / and I'll move in with you].

--Would you really like it?--

--Of course, stupid--

--And why don't we make it a reality then?--

--Wait... Do you really want me to move in with you?--

--Obviously, but if you don't want to...--

--Yes I do!--his shout was so loud that some people at the next tables turned to see them.

--Could you please shut your fucking mouth for a while?--someone said clearly angrily with his back to them. That voice sounded a little familiar to George, but he didn't know from where.

--Oh, excuse me...--added George--Wilbur!?--He couldn't help but shudder when he saw that man who had hurt him so much.

--What the fuck?--Dream asked upset, turning around seeing that man, apparently Wilbur, was staring at his boyfriend.

--Until we meet again George. Hey, you--he said, addressing the blonde--you know he's a bitch, right?--

--Shut up, don't say anything about him--he said defending the other one.

--It's true, isn't it George?--

--S-shut up W-wilbur. You've put me through e-enough things--