Yellow ☆A dnf book☆

☆Facing reality☆

TW: Mentions of suicide, potential suicide.

Dream heard the front door fling open and the taps of feet running up the stairs. Feelings took over the whole room as everyone looked to Dream. George flung open the door, instantly seeing Dream and pausing, tears forming in his eyes.

Bad got up to leave, the rest of the boys exiting the room behind him. Only George and Dream were left in the room.

George put his hand out to touch Dream's face, only for Dream to pull away. "D-did I do this to you?"

Dream's heart was crushed, only pieces of debris left behind in his lonely chest. "George please. I-I can't do this right now."

George sat down next to Dream. This time, no one pulled away or moved. Tears continued to roll down both of their faces, both eyes becoming red.

"Clay. I can't live with myself if I did this. Sapnap called me and told me what was going on." A sniffle broke the silence that was made after George spoke. "Why did you lie to me?"

Dream let out a slight chuckle. "So it's all my fault now huh?"

George pulled away to make eye contact with Dream. "Of course not. I just don't know why you would lie about something that is making you feel like this. I know it's something I did, but I just don't know what."

"How could you be so clueless." Dream mumbled. That was George's breaking point.

"You know what Clay? I've been here for you for so long and you never appreciate it! I've fucking had enough." Dream was fought off guard by George swearing. "It's always about you ya know that? Your problems, your struggles. You are always the main focus! YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSE."

Dream was so emotional and he couldn't take anymore shit from anyone. "FUCK YOU GEORGE." George stood up, flinching from Dream's powerful yell. "You knew I liked you. You knew I was...In love with you. You led me on and you know it. You could never love someone like me. You are a selfish little bitch who only does things so you can get what you want."

"OH YEAH CLAY? WELL YOU KEPT PUSHING ME AND YOU NEVER BACKED OFF. YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION." Dream never heard George yell like this. George's voice settled out, more tears flooding down his face. "Y-you took me being abused a-and took advantage. You never wanted to help me did you Clay?"

George stormed out of the dark bedroom. Dream's light was gone.

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George was set to go back to Europe in 5 hours.

Karl had helped him get the earliest flight back while the others tried to figure out what to do. Their flights were also set for that day, but they couldn't leave Dream, not with the mental state he was in.

Dream insisted he would be fine if they left, and even helped them pack. He tried to show them how he was alright, and actually succeeded.

George would have been able to tell

The hours flew by quickly and it was now time for everyone to leave. Dream drove, ever so often looking in the mirrors seeing George. His heart wasn't getting repaired anytime soon, if ever.

One by one, the boys said their goodbyes, tears forming in everyone's eyes except for Dream's. He was emotionless, numb.

He drove back to his house sitting in silence. Thoughts overwhelmed his clouded brain. In an effort to block out his thoughts, he switched on the radio.

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you

Dream shut off the radio and pain flooded over him. He pulled off the road into a nearby park and shut off the car. He was drowning. Dream screamed. He screamed at the top of his lungs. He screamed until his throat was on fire, his voice becoming raspy. There were no tears, he couldn't produce any. He felt numb.