The Truth

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Dream felt like he was drowning. He knew he just had bad luck, but he didn't want that. He didn't want it to be the problem, the cause for the rejection, the leaving, the cruelness people didn't hesitate to put at him. His heart has been broken far too many times, and he didn't know if he could handle another heartbreak.

Could someone just give him a chance, a try? See into his personality, which was what made up who he really was. He was a nice guy, and maybe he was too nice. Just letting everyone walk over him, bring him down, and metaphorically, kick him when he was down.

It was so unfair to the point he just saw himself as pathetic, blaming himself for how everyone treated him. He knew deep down, he didn't deserve the punches thrown at him. Not literally, that's just how he felt every time someone left him when they found out.

He was in pain every hour of the day, mentally and physically. It all just hurt, and hurt to the point he considered giving up on dating. But, he wanted to be with someone. Someone who would support him, stay with him, specifically by his side. But, most of all; love him. Love him like they meant it, and never doubted him.

Was that too much to ask?

The hard, uncomfortable, hospital bed didn't help the hurting he felt. Not one bit. In fact, it made him feel worse, and hurt more. And that wasn't what he needed, especially how he was doing currently; how he felt.

He picked up his phone, deciding to text his friend. Since, all he wanted to do was pass the time. That ticked by too slowly for his liking, and made this whole journey seem longer than it really was. Every second feeling like a minute, every minute feeling like an hour, and every hour feeling like a day.

And to say this was a normal occurrence, and feeling for him. It sucked, and all he wanted to do was speed up the damned clock that sat, hung on the wall as if it was only doing good. It was the complete opposite really, and it was all he could look at when he sat in the unadorned room. Plain white walls, with a thin white blanket and pillow that he had to use almost every night, and really didn't do what they were created for.

Hey, are you free later to come by for a bit? He typed out, sending it to his friend.

He waited for an answer of some sort, but he never got one. Even as the thirty minute mark hit, and his message was still unanswered, ignored. And to say it wasn't a regular thing that happened; that just made it more confusing. His friend wasn't one to not answer after five minutes at the most.

He understood he might just be busy, doing something that was better than dealing with whatever issues Dream had going on. But, it wasn't past midnight yet, in fact, it was only three in the afternoon. He always answered.

But time only ticked on, and even after forty-five minutes, sixty minutes, two hours, and so on. He still didn't get a reply, not even left on read. None of it made sense one bit, and all Dream wanted to know was what was causing the disappearance of his, supposably; 'I'll always be there for you, as soon as you need me.'

That was proven to be a lie when the time of having no reply, soon turned into a week of nothing. What made it worse, was the fact his messages wouldn't even go through.

He was blocked.

He didn't give up, even though that almost pushed him off of his invincible ledge. The ledge he knew was there, but he couldn't see. It was simply made up in his mind, and when he finally gets thrown off of it. That might just be it for him. The end of any friendship, or relationship. Dream would have to adjust to the new life of being by himself, some lonely guy no one gave a second glance at.

A friend was just another thing to add to the list of things he could only imagine having, hope for, despite how hard it was with his current state. He'd be okay soon, right? This wasn't forever, it couldn't be. He just needed a miracle, and that would come to him soon.