𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝕃𝕚𝕖𝕤. 🥀 | Part 6

WARNINGS:
- Sad stuff :(
- Bad words
- Homophobia

*~george POV~*

🥀 CONFESSION

The days have passed by, and still, I can't get over what Dream said. He trusts her more than he trusts me. I couldn't believe it—he trusted some stranger over me! Over his friend...

For the last few days, I've been inactive on Twitch, Youtube, and other platforms. In discord I've been DMed by many different people. Sapnap, Skeppy, Bad. But not Dream. It's nice to know that people care, but it still hurts when you know that you don't have a chance with the person you like. Maybe love.

I look through twitter, scanning for anything interesting. Aside from the news, something catches my eyes.

GEORGENOTFOUND AND DREAM FIGHTING
200k views
15k comments
74k likes

Wait, what?

I click the video, hoping it's not what i think it is. The video loads, taking its time. The suspense kills me.

Finally, when it plays, I see something I wanted to keep to myself. Something I don't want to be plastered all over the internet.

"Dream, it's not true! That bitch lied to you!"

I immediately pause the video, not wanting to experience that all over again. Half of me wants to cry and hide from the world, and another one wants to get revenge. Find out who did this.

But instead, my emotions get the best of me, and the side that wanted to hide took over. I grip tightly on my phone, thinking that if I broke my phone, the world would disappear.

I shut the curtains and wait the whole night out. Staring at the ceiling I imagine a perfect world. Where I don't have to worry about mistakes. But I really hard to do that, even if I tried.

•|🥀|•

Good morning gamers. Well, except I don't feel like YouTube or Minecraft or anything.

I hide the under the covers, reaching for my phone. Once again, I scroll through twitter, looking for more shit to deal with. But I can't find any. I guess the gods have marcy on me today, huh?

I lift myself from bed, hopping into some normal clothes and eating some breakfast. Time zips by quickly, and before I know it's lunch.

I prepare myself some cup noodles and sit down and help myself. As I eat, it starts raining outside, as if each bite I take, the rain goes harder. I don't mind—the rain is relaxing. Whenever I feel down, I remember and admire the rain. It's like the world's way of expressing sorrow, and telling me that nothings perfect.

I wish I was though. Maybe then, Dream would've liked me. And maybe then I'd be happy.

I throw away the instant noodles, not even bothering to aim it into the trashcan. My house, my rules. By this time the rain has stopped,  and the sun starts shining once again.

I muster enough courage to go outside and go to the park. But something catches my eyes. Is that Kylie...? With... Somebody else? Not Dream?!

I quickly snap a picture and wait for Dream to return. When he returns, I go up to him and say something.

"Dream, we need to talk."

I bring him to a little alleyway bazaar. And through the roads, houses, and passageways is a beautiful cliff. Where I was supposed to confess. But no. I'm not going to do that. I'm going to expose Kylie.

I look at him and show him the picture of  Kylie with another man. "Dream, I'm deeply sorry but I saw Kylie—"

He cuts me off with a slap on the face.

"George, just stop! Stop trying to tear me and kylie apart!" He says shouting at me.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, I thought that you'd go back to your senses!" He says, shouting louder.

"George. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to unfriend you. We've had our fun, but good things always come to and end." And just like that he walks away.

When he says that, something changes in me. I accept that I'll need to tell the truth, and I'll never, ever be with Dream.

I take Dream by his colar and slap him. So hard, I'll think it'll leave a bruise.

"Fuck you, Dream! You know what, I don't need you! You're just a self centered piece of shit, who only cares about his girlfriend!" I say, shouting.

"And wanna know why I keep trying? That because I fucking like you! I always have! So if you don't wanna be friends with a gay faggot like me, so be it!" I shout, fighting back tears.

And finally I crack. I start crying, while Dream stands there, dumbfounded.

"Goodbye long time crush. Hope you find someone better." I say, smiling, accepting my fate. I take a seat down the cliff, staring at the city life, as Dream just walks away.