he woke up the next morning, alone
he woke up the day after, alone
he woke up,
stretching his arms above his head he slowly made his way to the kitchen filling his cup of coffee.
he felt like something was missing, did he left the door open list night? nahh he remembers setting the keys on the table beside the entrance
then what was it? doesn't matter now
dream was a programmer engineer, currently working on a big project for a new game and he had to fix and review a lot of things.
he sat at his desk and got to work, as usual he turned on his fairy lights and kept two water bottles beside him
he couldn't find his headphones tho, so he started looking around the room when suddenly he found a box under his bed.
the letters "G+D" painted on the top
now what was that? dream had no idea
he opened the box just to be met with a bunch of blank polaroids and a small decorated camera. weird? definitely. but that wasn't dreams main feeling at the moment.
he felt empty, like something had been taken from him, a part of him was missing.
something or someone
who or what he wasn't sure, but he was determined to find that out
thinking about it there was a letter on the box, that could only stand for "g, whoever that was, plus dream. right?" but when did dream date anyone whos name started with the letter g? or maybe a close friend? well the hearts drawn on the box gave it away. how did it even get there and how didn't he notice about it before?
he pulled out his phone, the project could wait.
he opened google and started typing, as soon as he typed 'g' his own keyboard suggested 'george', george.
something clicked, but he couldn't match a face to the name
he grabbed the box placing it on his desk, after closing his laptop and making more space on the desk he started taking out the polaroids, before checking if there was something else in the box he ran to the kitchen placing all the polaroids on the big table
"ok. this could go incredibly wrong or incredibly well" am i talking to myself now? great no absolutely great! just. come on dream concentrate on what you were doing.
next thing he grabbed a lighter, passing it over the pictures without directly touching them with the flame
slowly faded colors started to appear on the squares
figures being hardly recognisable but coming into form
after minutes of silence and a few burns on his hand the pictures started getting clearer, almost as if they were just taken
that's it right? well it would be if only the faces weren't blurred
he was right where he started again
he sat in his kitchen chair staring at the polaroids, like if the pictures would change if he just stared at them from another angle
as he was about to give up one of the pictures fell due to the wind coming from the living room, he left the window open again.
he leaned down to grab the picture, stopping in his tracks as he realised it had something written on it.
he stumbled in his chair quickly turning the photos to their back
all of the pictures had something written neatly in a blue marker
dates, places, lyrics? and sweet words dedicated to eachothers
shit.
dreams eyes widened as he stared at his own wrist, a simple bracelet tight around it.
memories started flooding back into his mind as he quickly glanced at the pictures
he remembered where and when he and george had taken those pictures, the exact moment. but something was still missing
his eyes landed on a polaroid he could swear wasn't there before
two figures laying on the ground while the rain was pouring
right next to him was to most gorgeous guy he had ever seen, bright brown warm eyes and a pale skin, not a singular imperfection could be seen. the way dark curls cover his forehead, long eyelashes, perfect smile and soft lips.
he could remember vividly how soft those lips felt, how heartwarming his chuckles were and how cold his skin was during rainy days
he remembered everything
that picture being taken moments before their first kiss
he felt his eyes getting glossy and his breath getting stuck in his throat
the back of the polaroid reading "don't forget. i love you"
how could've he forgotten about him for so long
realisation hit him. it had been weeks since the day he called sapnap about george, and until now he had forgotten just like everybody else
he looked and the polaroid again
'i love you'
i never said it back
YOU ARE READING
don't forget //dnf
Fanfiction~dnf fanfic~ //one morning dream wakes up with un unusual feeling... he calls george but doesn't get an answer// seems like not a big deal right? little did dream knew what was happening
