𝓓𝓝𝓕 / 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

🥴𝔻𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝔾𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖🥴(short)

I saw the fanart and thought it was soo good!

this is only a short one cuz...I'm lazy and tired
Enjoy!

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·(I'm running out of ideas for the line)

"You're not going to believe what happened to me," George slurred, leaning heavily on Dream's shoulder.

The neon lights of the city reflected off the wet pavement, casting a sickly glow on George's pale face. Dream's eyes searched for the source of his friend's distress, but George's speech was too jumbled for coherence.

"Take it easy, man," Dream said, his voice calm and steady. "Let's get you home."

They stumbled through the night, George's laughter echoing down the empty streets. Dream could feel the tension in George's body, a tightness that spoke of pain trying to hide behind the alcohol.

"I lost my job," George finally spat out, his voice breaking. "They said I wasn't good enough. Can you believe that?"

Dream's grip tightened on George's arm. "That's tough," he said, keeping his voice neutral. "But you're more than just your job, you know that."

The apartment was a mess, a testament to George's state of mind. Dream helped him to the couch, gently removing his shoes and placing a trash can within arm's reach.

"Thanks," George mumbled, his eyes half-closed. "You're a real *friend*."

Dream grabbed a blanket and draped it over George, tucking him in as if he were a child. He knew George was in no state to appreciate the gesture, but he did it anyway.

In the kitchen, Dream found a half-empty bottle of whiskey and a note scribbled on the counter. "Couldn't take it anymore," it read.

Dream's heart skipped a beat. He'd known George was going through a rough patch, but he hadn't realized how deep it went. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

He decided to stay the night, keeping an eye on George and making sure he was okay. As the room spun and George's breathing grew shallow, Dream couldn't help but wonder what the future held for his friend.

The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the occasional snore. Dream sat in the armchair across from the couch, his eyes never leaving George's face. He knew that when the alcohol wore off, the pain would return. The thought of his friend facing that alone was unbearable.

The clock on the wall ticked away the hours, and the room grew colder. Dream grabbed a book from the shelf, trying to distract himself from the heaviness in his chest. The words blurred together, his mind too preoccupied with George's troubles.

Finally, the first light of dawn began to creep in through the blinds. Dream set the book aside and walked over to the couch, gently shaking George's shoulder. "Hey, wake up," he whispered. "Let's get you some water."

George's eyes fluttered open, the hangover already setting in. He groaned and sat up, the room tilting around him. Dream handed him a glass of water, which he downed greedily. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

The conversation that followed was raw and honest. George spoke of his fears and regrets, his voice cracking as he recounted the humiliation of being fired. Dream listened, his heart aching for his friend's pain. He didn't offer false promises or easy solutions; he just let George speak.

As the sun rose, George's words grew softer, his eyes heavier. Dream knew he needed rest, so he guided him back to the couch, tucking the blanket around him once more. He sat back down in the chair, his mind racing with thoughts of how to help.

He knew George was a proud man, and pushing too hard might only drive him away. But he also knew that leaving him to face this alone could be dangerous. Dream took a deep breath, weighing his options. He decided to start with the basics: food and a clean space.

He rummaged through the kitchen, finding eggs and bread. The smell of toast and frying eggs began to fill the apartment, a comforting scent that seemed to ground George. He brought a plate over, setting it on the coffee table.

"Eat," Dream said, his voice firm but gentle. "You'll feel better."

George's eyes searched his, and for a moment, Dream saw the depth of his despair. Then, with a nod, George took a bite. The simple act of eating together felt like a victory in the face of the daunting challenges ahead.

As they sat in companionable silence, the sun's rays grew stronger, pushing the shadows away. Dream knew that the coming days would be difficult, but he was determined to be there for George, every step of the way.

This was just the start of a long road to recovery, but for now, the quiet of the early morning and the warmth of friendship were enough to keep the darkness at bay.₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊
poor George.. he lost his job

eat, drink, shower, 𝓨𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 ! 🫡you got this🫡keep fighting🫡𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗽🫡
ℒ𝓸𝓿𝒆 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ always..stay safe and healthy<333

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