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( George's pov )

Baby? Baby. He never loved me, did he? He told me he did. How could I have been so stupid? He meant it platonically, of course he did. He'll never love me like I love him. I'm not good enough, I'll never be good enough. I'm just...

me.

And 'me' will never be enough.

They were both staring at me, their eyes seemed to pierce right through my body. Even though there were only two people looking at me, it felt as if the whole world had their eyes laid on me.

I bit my tongue as I struggled to hold the tears back.

"George I'm sorry I don't like him like that-"

Dream was lying. How could I trust him?

"Hm? I don't care, you can do whatever you want you're you, and-"

"No but George I don't love him, I lov-"

"Please, I don't like you like that either, do whatever you want."

-

( Nobody's pov )

Dream's heart faltered as the older boy spat out the words. Did he spit them out with envy? Truthfulness? Deception? He couldn't tell.

Deep down, he knew George was lying. He knew him. He knew that it was because of Fundy that he'd said that. He knew that if he never left his house that day, maybe they'd be together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket while they watched Disney movies. They'd be content in each other's presence. They'd be happy.

But that wasn't the case. Life is never that easy.

Dream's thought's were interrupted by a wandering nurse.

"Visiting hours are over, you're gonna have to leave."

The nurse smiled at them and exited as soon as the words left her mouth.

The boys all stared at each other. All upset, all speechless.

Sapnap made the first move, he went over to George and embraced him in a warm hug.

"T-Thank you."

George stuttered into his ear, so quietly that only Sapnap could hear. George shivered as he felt a tear roll down his pale cheeks, staining it red. He felt Sapnap squeeze him tightly before pulling out of the hug, George immediately laid down in his bed, facing away from the boys.

He didn't want them to see him crying.

He didn't want to see them.

He didn't want to see Dream.

The words continuously rang in his ears.

Baby.

Baby.

He felt as if though a piece of his heart had been ripped out carelessly.

Maybe it had.

-

( Dream's pov )

Although the my vision grew blurry as a cause of the upcoming tears that were yet to pour out, I still saw George's emotionless expression. The same expression he wore when he caught him in the bathroom. The same tired expression.

Instinctively, I walked over to George's bed to bid him goodbye, yet he turned, facing the opposite direction.

My heart sunk to my knees.