Peach Silhouette

14 | Good Things Fall Apart

I stared at the white ceiling. How had I managed to ruin things, again? Every time I found something good it slipped out of my hands.

Maybe it was all a dream.

I heard a knock at my door and sat up quickly, opening the door and hoping with every fiber of my being that the person standing there was George.

It wasn't.

"Dude, what is going on? George has been acting off all morning." Sapnap barged into my room and flopped onto the bed. I sighed and shrugged.

"I don't know, Nick. It was like for a moment he opened up and I could see him but then he was gone." I explained the events of the previous night, even relaying what I had heard from Niki earlier that morning. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Look, you and I both know George can be an idiot sometimes," I opened my mouth but he continued. "But I'd be crazy if I didn't admit that he's going through some serious shit. I don't think he was trying to hurt you. I think he's just scared. Something terrible happened to him before he met us, and he still hasn't told us. That means it was probably something horrible and hard to talk about. So I'd say give him time, and he'll tell you when he's ready." I looked at my feet.

I know he's going through shit, so why am I still so goddamn frustrated?

There was another knock on the door.

"Sapnap?" I heard Bad's gentle voice call. The door opened and Bad was standing with Zak in the hallway.

"The collab?" Bad tipped his head in question. Sapnap's eyes lit up in realization and he stood up. 

"Sorry man I promised I would collab with them today but I really hope you can figure this out." He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"And if you can't just tell me I'll smack some sense into the British fool." I laughed and he smiled and walked away. He shoved Zak, pointing out their intertwined hands which made Bad flame and pull his hand out of Zak's. I chuckled lightly, wondering if we would ever really know what was going on between those two. As they shut the door behind them, I looked out my window. It was a cloudy late October day, and the waves crashed ceaselessly against the sand.

As I was lost in thought, I remembered something I'd heard awhile ago. I opened my door, walking down the hallway and sitting at the piano. I began to play with the notes, finding the right ones. I played the instrumental part, knowing I couldn't bear to sing that part. As the song picked up, I began to sing, my voice husky.

"Did I say something wrong? Did you hear what I was thinking?

Did I talk way too long when I told you all my feelings that night? 

Is it you, is it me, did you find somebody better?"

Dream smiled as George shifted in his sleep. He felt safer than he had in a long time, as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man. There was an air of caution, though - nobody wants to lose something good.

It's too bad good things fall apart.

"Someone who isn't me, 'cause I know that I was never your type

Never really your type"

Another flirty phrase came out of Dream's mouth before he could stop himself. George glared at him, snapping in a harsh tone and walking away. Dream looked on sadly, watching him walk away. He never meant to be a bother. 

"Tell me what you hate about me

Whatever it is, I'm sorry"

Dream and George were walking through a lush green forest. The air was sweet and warm, surrounded by summer wind. George ran ahead, throwing himself on the grassy ground and staring at the bright blue sky. Dream collapsed next to him, grinning as he pointed out shapes of clouds. 

"I know I can be dramatic

But everybody said we had it"

Dream studied George's face as he stared at the flag above his bed. He couldn't read it, not even a little bit. Why couldn't he read his closest friend's face? And was that disgust in his eyes, or curiosity?  He bit his lip, his hands folded in his lap as he stared at the white bedspread. He hoped George would accept him. He didn't know what he would do with himself if he didn't.

"I'm coming to terms with a broken heart

I guess that sometimes good things fall apart."

I finished the song with a flourish. I stared out the window of the cafe, the ocean still just as tumultuous as before. 

I could've sworn I heard a faint voice singing the counterpart of the song. 

Maybe I was just imagining things. I stood up and made myself a cup of coffee. I looked down at the rich brown liquid, the aroma only reminding me of all the mornings George and I had shared a cup of coffee and talked about the world. I couldn't stomach the warm drink, and dumped it out in the sink. I turned to go downstairs, throwing on my old high school letterman jacket. 

It was green. Weird how everything I wore was either green or white or something that goes with it. 

The air outside was cold and biting. I tugged at my sleeves, snorting when I saw Zak's obnoxious car in the driveway. I turned towards the beach, sitting on a slick piece of driftwood and letting the overwhelming crashes of waves against sand surround me. There was a person and a man walking along the water. I heard pieces of their conversation. 

They were enraptured in each other's presence. The person looked at me, and they waved. I smiled and waved back. They continued down the beach, the man saying stupid things to make the person laugh every so often. 

I wondered what their stories were. I wondered what mine would be to a stranger, or to my fans. I stared down at my shoes. My voice was barely a whisper, and couldn't be heard over the roaring of the waves or the whipping wind. 

"Good things fall apart."

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inspiring song(s)

good things fall apart vs sad song - illenium ft. anika wells and jon bellion

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an: sadchamp 

now guess who the person and the man are.......only twitter people will get this but his name may start with L.....this is definitely not a hint of what is to come in a chapter or two 

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