Forgetting. (Mini Stories)

Chapter One.

They were falling apart.

"Look, Dream. I didn't mean it, please can we just put this behind us. I'm sorry."
George's voice was broken and soft.

"I can't believe you George. I, need a break from this; From us.
His voice was sharp, unforgiving.

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George broke down in sobs, he pounded his head on his desk- frustrated with himself and Dream.
His head hurt but he still continued, he couldn't stop crying.
He eventually fell asleep on his desk.

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George said it cause he was unsure of how to respond. He didn't mean anything he said, he never wanted to say it. It just came out of his mouth.
He dreamt of Clay that night, Clay was grinning and talking about a new idea he had for a video. George could only smile, he thought Clay was cute when he talked about his ideas.

What happened that day, he would never forget it.

"Hey Dream, you wanted to talk about something?"
George sat down on his desk, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.

"Yeah, I did" Dream abruptly coughed, it sounded forced. "It's about us."

George was confused but kept smiling.
"What about us?" He laughed nervously.
George sat straighter in his chair, trying to prepare for the worst.

"I love you."

aha, what?
"you're, gay?"
George gulped. looking down at his lap, shaking his head in disbelief.

"yeah, I am. I love you George, I've always cared about you. We seem, practically made for each other." Dream was happy, or at least he sounded like it.

"Did you really think I cared about you back?" George was laughing, crying.

"What? This is a joke, right? George?"

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George woke up with his head hurting. He groaned and he held his head in his hands for a few minutes.
A familiar buzz from his phone was coming from somewhere in his room.

He sat there, steadying his breath until he was ready to get up.

George got up and made his way towards the bathroom. He squinted at his reflection, unable to recognize the figure.

His hair was messy and longer than usual,
His eyes were dark, almost grey and his cheeks were bright from tears.

"What the fuck?" He mumbled, "What happened last night?"

He stumbled out of the bathroom, his room was messy. Like everything was thrown.

George didn't remember ever feeling angry, or doing anything to make him throw his stuff around.

Was I angry?

He tried to clean as much as he could, a vase filled to the brim with chrysanthemums was on the floor. Broken in what seemed to be a million pieces.

In the process of cleaning, he found his phone. It was cracked in multiple places but was still usable. The screen lit up with messages from users and numbers he didn't recognize.

He chose to ignore them.

He left the vase broken on the ground, telling himself he'd clean it later.

George closed the door behind him.

"Jesus Bad! No wonder your name is Bad; Ur so bad at this!"

Skeppy genuinely seemed mad and Darryl couldn't help but flinch.
He played with his red hoodie strings.

"I'm sorry Skeppy, I'll do better!"
Darryl gulped and placed his hand back on his mouse.

The duo were currently playing a game of bedwars, Skeppy allowed him to rush every game; and it only resulted in loss.

Skeppy would usually play it off, saying that they'll win next time or that their opponents were sweaty.
But I guess he only handle loss so many times.
Darryl felt his eyes watering and he couldn't see the screen, he felt useless and like he was a bad teammate. He wiped his tears which only kept flowing.

"Bad! What are you standing around for?!"

Darryl tried and tried each game. It wouldn't matter, they would always lose and he felt it was his fault. Like it always was, Skeppy was good at Bedwars. Darryl truly believed that, so it could only his own fault for losing.

"Bad! Stop!"

Darryl started tearing up again, he hit the end call button.

He started sobbing into his sleeves,
Suddenly a crash came from the kitchen, along with a yelp of pain from his dog.

He ran towards the room, tears no longer spilling.
His dog ran towards him with a limp paw, Darryl immediately picked up the small animal and looked towards the cause.

A vase full of Purple Hyacinths were now spilled on the ground, he had picked up those flowers cause he thought they were pretty.

He looked towards his beloved dog,

"I guess we're not gonna buy flowers again anytime soon, right Rat?"

His dog barked in response and Darryl picked up his keys.
"I guess it's time for the vet."

Darryl closed the door behind him, no longer feeling mad at himself.

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Darryl came back home with rat happily in tow. He laughed at his dogs happy state and squeaked when he found the broken vase.

"What happened? Rat be careful! You'll get hurt."
He picked up his pup and gently put her into his room.

He walked back to the mess and picked up one of the beautiful flowers.
"I wonder how this happened, you poor flowers."
He picked all of them up and threw them in the trash.

His phone kept buzzing in his pocket,
Multiple texts from different people he didn't recognize.
He figured it wasn't urgent, so he took his time picking up the vases broken pieces.

Tommy held a small vase filled with beautiful light pink Cyclamen. He touched the soft petals.

The vase showed up in his room one day, he assumed his mum got them for him.
The pink flowers with a small white outline on each petal.
He couldn't help but stare at the flowers, they were pretty.

He sighed and put the vase on his desk. The blond hadn't streamed in three days, his fans were curious of what was wrong and if something had happened.

Tommy didn't know, he didn't know what was wrong. He felt like he had a hole in his chest, like something was deeply wrong but he couldn't figure out what.
He blamed it on his lack of content and started up his pc.

He opened up discord and called his best friend, Tubbo.

"Tommy! Hey!"

He smiled at the voice.
"Hey Tubbo,"

"What's wrong? You haven't streamed in forever!"

Tommy laughed at his friends enthusiasm.
"Nothing! I was sick, it was pretty bad."

"I hope you're feeling better, at least good enough to stream with me."

"What did you have in mind Tubbo?"

"A competition of sorts, with Thirty and Deo."

Tommy looked down and squinted, the name sounded familiar but he couldn't put a face to the strange name.

"Deo?" Tommy questioned, hoping Tubbo would tell him who he was.

"Yeah, You haven't done anything with him recently since you've been sick. I think he misses you, so I just invited him and he said yes!"

"Oh, that's-" Tommy sat back in his chair, and turned his head towards the flowers.
"Great."

Tommy wondered,

Who was Deo?