inspired by a tiktok ive seen. this is in no way dream as a person. he's a lovely guy. enjoy!
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you had been dating for over a year now; it has been smooth in the beginning but something changed. dream's follower count spiked and essentially so did his ego. he had millions of girls, a variety of ages all throwing themselves at him. and he adored every second of it, how could he not? he was famous now, wasn't he?
but yet, you didn't blame the girls. they didn't know that he had a girlfriend, you were as secret as his appearance. they didn't even know you existed, as far as you knew. so how could you blame them? to them, dream was just an attractive, famous, gaming youtuber with many redeeming qualities that people looked for in a significant other.
you blamed dream.
you blamed him because in turn for his raising popularity, his connection with you started to fade. he had other responsibilities now. he had the dream team! he had to release videos, produce streams in order to maintain his status. but his mind got plagued with the fame, that he forgot his very first supporter, the one who watched from the side lines for the whole time; you.
and now, after weeks of consideration, it was time. you couldn't stay any longer. your 'i love you's held far much more value than dreams did. he hardly even said it anymore! and when he did, it was incoherent mutters whilst he was preoccupied with something else. he had moved on to bigger... better things and you were left behind.
here you were, stood outside dreams bedroom door. you already heard sapnap's voice and the faint laughter of the british brunette. he was busy, what a surprise. but yet, you couldn't turn away now, it had to be now or it was never going to happen. you wouldn't be physically able to walk away. you loved him too much.
your knuckle shook violently as you raised it and hesitantly knocked on the door. you heard some slight movement inside before the door opened slightly ajar.
"what are you doing here? i thought i texted you that i was streaming, babe." he smiled slightly, his mind probably still lingering on his conversation with sapnap and george. "oh... really? i must've missed that text." you responded, your lips pursed. it was true, your mind had been to occupied with how you'd break up with dream to even consider checking your phone. stupid.
"ah, that's fine. anyways... what did you need? i'm kind of, in the middle of something." he spoke, his hand raising behind his neck to scratch it awkwardly. "oh, i just needed to get something off my chest."
"you see, there's no easy way to go about this. at this point, it's unavoidable. i don't want to be with you anymore." you spoke with tears brimming your eyes, slightly blurring your eyesight; your hand furiously brushed them away.
dream's mouth suddenly dried out and his heart stuttered in his chest. 'break up?' the words bounced back and fourth throughout his brain. "did i... did i do something?" his voice now filled with insecurity and it almost broke your heart.
his eyes had been glued to the floor up until the point where you let out a bitter laugh. his eyes suddenly snapped upwards, "it's actually quite the opposite."
"you don't have time for me anymore, nor am i needed in your life anymore. we haven't even kissed this month alone, who's to say about any other things that normal couples do. when was the last time we went on a date?" your voice spoke with such venom now but he couldn't say anything. "that's right, we haven't in months. you've been so occupied with streaming and... and videos! our relationship already ended months ago but i've been too naive to see past it, thinking that suddenly you'll change!"
tears now roamed down both of your cheeks, with a choked hiccup, you dared to speak further. "but you won't change will you. you love the fame. you love the attention. you soak it all up and that's all you'll ever need. all those words we shared. all those i love you's meant the world to me and i meant every word."
"but to you, they were just words and nothing more." you finished, pulling a bag out from behind your back. "here's your stuff." dream felt like he was on autopilot when you placed the bag in his hands and he robotically took them from you. he wanted to stop you but he couldn't speak. he couldn't do anything as he saw your figure retreat.
and he certainly couldn't do anything when he realised that probably millions heard of his dumping too.
