George sat in the field, it being coloured with a variety of flowers. On top of that, butterflies were fluttering around, flying onto flowers, trees, and even on George. But George wasn't happy. Not at all. This was where him and Dream had their very first and very last picnic before Dream went into jail. Tears flooded down Georges cheeks as he sat in one of the many positions he used to sit in on the picnics. He was in one of Dreams old hoodies that still smelt like him. A green butterfly lands on his nose. It was just like that first time...
~ Flashback ~
George: And then-
George was cut off by a green butterfly landing on his nose. Dream laughed.
Dream: Are you the secret butterfly guardian or something?
They both let out laughs and couldn't stop.
~ End of flashback ~
George softly cries as he has a memory of him and Dream laughing to the point that their sides hurt. He wished Dream was here, laughing, smiling, talking, and most importantly, with George. He stands and walks over to an oak tree. He softly walks to the other side and sees the carvings they made the last time they came.
D + G ♡
George traces it with his finger, feeling the bumps in the wood. He sighs and leans against the tree. He wished Dream was here so they could carve another thing into this tree. He walks back to the open field and sits back down. He grabs a flower. It was a blue one. He didn't know the name of it, but Dream would've.
George sits and stares at the butterflies and sunset. He let out a long sigh and walks back to his house. He realised something on the way back to his house.
Things were sadder for him, without Dream.
A/N
Yes. That is where it ends. Hope you liked it!
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DSMP oneshots
FanfictionI'm back! this is dsmp oneshots. i was going to do this yesterday but it logged me out so here it is! Fluff and angst will be in this. probably cringe. The images are not mine. Credits to all the amazing artists!
