Dnf oneshots💚💙

Life without you💔

Don't worry, it's not too bad! I promise, but might I just say, IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING, THIS
IS SO LONG OVERDO

    He was George's drug, he was George's oxygen, his blood that kept his heart pumping. Now, as his hearts desire stands
before him, he can't help but think of the worst. His comforting green eyes laid on George as soft as bright green spring
grass. George used to be able to run through his colorful green eyes like a field of flowers and beautiful memories. He
can't, as he stares into his lovers eyes, he wouldn't.

"It's okay George" George's eyes widen a little bit, looking up at the blonde with glassy eyes. It was blurry, everything
but Dreams face was irrelevant right now, everything but the boy in front of him was extraneous. "You don't have to worry.
You'll get home, you'll see your family, and your friend. What was her name? Sylvia right? You'll get to see her again, you'll
see the strawberry fields you said you loved so much.. you'll see your home again.." Dream assured, stepping away from
George. George knew his words would've been taken in a sweet, loving matter in any other circumstances.

    George dropped his knife, "no, I have no excuse for living Dream.. You need to get home.. you have responsibilities, a
sibling to feed, actual ambitions.. I won't let you throw it all away!" George said, as he stepped forward, he was getting
frustrated, he wanted to burn down the cameras, kill everybody forcing them to do this stupid, horrid, cruel game.

    Dream tightened his grip on his knife in his hand, the two went silent. George hated this, they were getting exactly what
they wanted. They wanted entertainment, a crushing love story that'll be remembered for years to come. They wanted
money, yeah, they were making money off of George's tears. He didn't shed any for those pigs, he wouldn't, even though
his emotions dared to spill with the look of acceptance in Dreams eyes. It's almost as if Dream knew this would happen,
like he was planning this the whole time. George's eyes didn't even worry about looking at the blade in his loves hand,
he knew Dream wouldn't hurt him if he was forced.

    They both knew, they both knew they wouldn't dare hurt each other no matter what. They've known each other for too
short of time to be fair, it was wrong, and they all knew it. The blood on both the boys hands, the bodies of the fallen, and the
laughter of despair ringing in both the boys ears. "George, you and me both knew there was only one to survive through all
this.. you still believe we can make it together.." Dream shook his head, "look around George! Does this look like a fantasy!?
No matter how much we try to ignore this, we both knew this would happen, one way or another."

    "It shouldn't be true!" George argued, stepping forward again, "There's a way Dream, there's always a way!"

    Dream nodded, George however, knew he wasn't agreeing, he was planning. Dreams eyes, they were glossy with tears,
so was George's. George tried so hard to keep them in, he wouldn't let the rich get what they want. He would rather die
than do that. "You're right" Dream stated, George's eyes went wide with fear and dread as Dream flipped his small knife
towards himself, holding it towards his own chest, "There is George"

    George tackled Dream, and hit the knife away from his hands, letting it crash onto the ground beside both the boys. Dream
was bigger, and more tougher than George ever was, so it wasn't hard to throw him off. The blonde boy crawled towards the
knife again, where George quickly threw himself between the blade and his lover. Dream tried to push him away, but George
kicked the knife away, holding his ground with tears threatening themselves out, "It has to be done George!" Dream screamed,
as he threw George off of him.

    George landed on his side, letting out a powerful yelp as he was thrown many feet away. He turned and rolled to his side,
the tears finally pushing themselves out as he lay in a fetal position, his hands tucked to his chest as he lay on the ground, his
tears falling to the dirt on the ground, seeping into it, turning it into wet mud. Dream stopped, he stared over at George who
was left weeping on the ground. He sat as he looked over at his lover, the only thing that kept him alive through all of
this, he was crying, because of Dream.