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Act II: Part 22

Hey besties I have multiple updates for y'all today 😌

This first one is more filler but I wanted to include George's thoughts on the situation and show his internal struggle <3

TW: PTSD, anxiety

Previously...

This wasn't some movie, some story where everything is magically solved by confessed feelings and stolen kisses. No, this is real life. And what I did? It made George uncomfortable. And it's all my fault.

I'm sorry, George.

George's P.O.V.

I went upstairs, fidgeting anxiously. Did he mean it, when he asked to kiss me? It seems unlikely that he didn't... why would he ask, if he didn't want to? Does he like me? Or was it just a "heat of the moment" mistake?

I closed the door to my room with a soft click. Sighing, I slumped onto the bed, feeling like my body was made of jelly. Dream can be impulsive sometimes, yes, but would he have actually kissed me if I had agreed? Seems unlikely... unless it wasn't?

I don't know. Even if Dream did mean it, would I even want to? I definitely wasn't ready for any sort of romantic relationship right now. Maybe not ever.

It's not that I don't trust Dream- it's not that at all. I'd put my life in his hands, however much that's worth...

No, it's not that I don't trust him. I don't trust myself and my judgement. I thought that... he would never hurt me, and we all know how that ended up...

I want to believe that my judgement is correct on this one, that Dream would never lay a mal-intentioned finger on me. But I can't trust myself. Nothing will ever be the same, because even after all the physical signs are faded and gone, the mental scars still remain.

And I fucking despise that. Knowing that I will never feel truly whole again, because a part of me was taken away. And I can't get it back. It's like that stupid cliché. I'm the unfinished puzzle, but the missing pieces were destroyed, leaving me forever incomplete.

Dream can try, but nothing will ever be the same ever again. I don't know if I'll ever be able to love someone the way I used to.

Love. How do you know if you're in love, anyways? Is there any way to know for sure? Does Dream love me? Why would I care if he did?

I don't think Dream loves me. Maybe he loves the idea of me, but once he realizes that I can't love him in the same way... it'll all be over.

Fuck. I can't lose Dream, I just can't... what do I do? I appreciate him for everything he's done to help, but I just don't know...

I mean, I don't know if I'm entirely against it, either. I had always felt a different connection with Dream, stronger than anyone else I knew. I had always chalked it up to strictly platonic, but maybe there was a reason everyone constantly joked about the two of them being in a relationship. Maybe everyone else knew before we did.

But that doesn't really matter if I can't do it. Even if I do like Dream, and he likes me back, it wouldn't happen anyways. I don't think I could bear to put myself back in that position. Every little thing would just remind me of him.

God, I'm really overthinking this. It was just a stupid question, he probably didn't even mean it. Why do I even care? If I don't feel anything for him, then it doesn't matter, right?

But that's just the thing- I'm still thinking about it. If I only saw Dream in a platonic way, then I would've discarded this topic minutes ago. But no, instead I'm trying to fool myself.

Maybe I should just wing it. I don't need to have everything planned out.

I got up from my bed, fidgeting with my hands as I went back downstairs to face Dream. When I spotted him, I immediately frowned. He had his head in his hands, muttering something under his breath. He looked upset.

Could I be the culprit behind his slumped stature?

God that ending is dumb 😤🖐

If anyone didn't get it then it was just George figuring out that he might have feelings for Dream