Im mister loverman.

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by dontlietomeman

by dontlietomeman

Song inspo: Mr.Loverman
TW: Suicidal thoughts, death, anxiety.

"I got this shake in my legs-"

The cracking of dead orange and yellow leaves on the ground seemed to slow down the breathing and hurtful thoughts coming to Dream. He had his hands in his pockets, walking in a quiet thicket, towards a graveyard with speckled graves everywhere. The thicket smelled as grass and morning dew rain.
Dream was lonely now. Very lonely.
What was he supposed to do?
Without the love he had been wishing for.
After a couple minutes of awkward walking, Dream arrived at a newly polished grave that read the name "George Henry Davidson" and a couple other meaningless sentences under the name. Dream immediately fell to the grave with wild tears falling down his cheeks. It was all his fault. "Its my fault that you died George. Im sorry, Im sorry, Im so sorry...Im sorry..." He started the scream-cry as he hugged the grave. There was dead rose and lily petals placed around the grave. Dream chest felt as if he had cried his guts out and has been shot 8 times in the middle of his chest. "Im sorry. Its my fault. Im sorry, I shouldve been there for you. I just want to be with you again, to kiss you again. Im sorry." Dream scream-cried with his head burried on his arms that were placed on the grave.
Dream wondered why everything he fell in love with turned into a bitter withered ending. George was so dear to him.
"And since crying at your grave, wishing for you back wont write me an ending, Ill just have to do it myself, so I can reunite with you...so I can hear the sound of your heartbeat again." Dream said, standing up. "I miss my lover, man.."

Georges POV:

I was sitting there with Dream. He was crying. He thought my death was his fault. I could feel his heart being torn open. He started saying his thoughts out loud and I listened.
"And since crying at your grave, wishing for you back wont write me an ending, Ill just have to do it myself, so I can reunite with you...so I can hear the sound of your heartbeat again." He said.
"DREAM NO!" I screamed. But I had forgotten I was dead. He couldn't hear my pained screams.
"STOP! DREAM PLEASE. Dont do this!"
I tried to tug at his wrist and pull him back to me. But of course my hands just phased through him.
"DREAM PLEASE, DONT END IT." I yelled as loud as I could even though I knew he wouldnt hear me. He stopped walking, stopping dead in his tracks. He turned his head around. It looked like he was looking straight at me. He then mumbled, "George..?"

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