(Book 2) Now I have to put them together!

a healing touch

Dream stared at the sharp item in his hands, gazing at it's beauty. He could see his own reflection through it, something he hadn't looked at in a long time.

His hair was a little messy from kissing George eariler, but his eyes looked tired. They were slightly sunken, but if you saw him on the street you'd just think that's how his face is. His lips were dry, but not chapped. His nose was slightly stuffed, but he realized that was because he was crying.

He was crying after seeing the state he was in.

Did George really see this every day and get happy?

He finally took the razor, lining it up perfectly with his wrist. He was scared, terrified even. George wouldn't notice this, right?

He was actually wearing one of George's favourite sweaters right now, a navy blue one. Fitting. 

Just as he was about to press it against his wrist, he heard the soft click of the door open. He never felt his heart sink lower than it just had.

George's eyes were happy, Dream could hear him from behind the door saying "Breakfast is ready!" But his eyes, once they made contact with Dream's and his state, filled with horror.

He immediately knocked the razor out of Dream's hands, a look of pure terror painted on his face as he pulled Dream's hands in his.

He didn't say anything as his eyes filled with more and more tears, nodding at Clay before carefully rolling down his sleeve and sighing a heavy breath of relief at no marks.

He pulled Dream up onto the bathroom counter, sniffling but still maintaining composure. "Clay." He whispered, putting both his hands on Dream's cheeks. "..I'm here, Clay. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. You can talk to me, baby."

George, the most beautiful, charismatic, smart, loving person he's ever met now sitting in front of him, crying because he hurt him.

He hurt George.

"I-I thought I was wasting your time.." Dream said, tears now rolling down his cheeks as well. "Now I'm doing it again, god. I'm sorry George, I love you."

George just pressed their foreheads together, nodding as he teared up. "I love you, Clay. Don't get that wrong, you've never wasted my time. Ever since I grew feelings for you all I wanted to do was hug you, kiss you, do everything with you. I wanted you to be my first in everything!"

After no response from Clay he kept going. "When I have a bad day," George started. "I think of you hugging me on my lonely nights and you kissing me when I'm crying to sleep. I look at you and think you're everything I could ever want because you are. I loved you the second I saw you, you know?"

Dream nodded a little, tears still rolling down his face as he held George closer to him.

"When I'm lonely, I think about you kissing me goodnight as you cuddle me and give that look you always give. Like you're in love." Dream smiled to himself. Love. "..You really love me, don't you?"

"Y-Yes I do! I love you so much, Clay." George cried. "We can get through this together, I-I'll be here every step. Don't be scared to ask me for help or for breakfast, the time of day, whatever you need I am right here."

Dream just nodded again, wiping his tears as he took George in for a kiss.

The back of his mind was still telling him he was worthless of their time, that he didn't belong there and whatever else nonsense he believed. But.. he felt safer with George.

They could protect each other, he didn't have to do this alone anymore. George loved him. It was okay.

He got off the counter, almost falling but George caught him. He giggled when they're eyes met.