TW: panic attack, pills, overdose, self harm, self hate, verbal abuse, slight ptsd, and blood... huh..👀
Dream had been getting very worried about his boyfriend. At first it started with just irregular silence and odd disappearances, but it quickly turned into complete ignoring and distancing. Dream thought he was just in a bad mood at first that day, but it stretched out to a full week of this behavior. But what really set off Dreams radar, was the brunette sleeping in his own bed. The two had been inseparable since they started dating, neither being able to sleep while the other was away, so it was when George didn't come to bed that started to really worry him.
It had been two full days of George not sleeping in their bed together with Dream, and Dream could only think of the worst. What if George had gotten sick of Dreams clinginess? Was George mad at Dream? Had he fallen out of love? The last one made Dreams whole body tense up as he laid down in his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was completely possible for George to fall out of love. Maybe George was getting bored of Dream? Maybe he was getting sick of the blonde needing to always be around him? Dream threw the blankets off of himself, he was getting sick of over thinking, he needed to speak to George.
The blonde left his room, walking through the halls until he found George's room, hesitating before knocking on the door, "George?" He asked, a second or two of silence after doing so.
"mhm?" Dream opened the door slowly, looking at the brunette. "Ohhh he's mad.." Dream nervously looked at the boy who was looking down at his phone with a scowl. George only ever responded with 'mhm' when he was sleepy or pissed, and judging by the look on his face, he wasn't too tired.
"Um.. I wanted to ask you something" Dream said, feeling more hesitant about this now knowing that George was upset. George groaned, and turned off his phone, raising an eyebrow at Dream as he impatiently waited for the blonde to speak. "Well.. I noticed you been uh.. acting a little off lately and I wanted to know if everything's okay" Dream asked, George looking away.
"Everything's fine Dream" George said, which ironically, he says when things aren't fine.
"Then.. why are you sleeping in here..?" Dream asked, tilting his head.
George furrowed his eyebrows, "it's getting hot, I'd rather sleep alone since I'm not too warmed up" George stated, a very empty excuse, but Dream let it slide.
"What about the quietness? You haven't been speaking to me much lately" Dream said, noticing that George was starting to get inpatient.
George exhaled angrily, "Maybe I just want some space okay?" He said, Dream could tell it was another excuse.
"George.. I'm worried about you, if you're mad at me about something I wasn't aware of it-"
"Dream would you just buzz off!?" George asked, looking up at Dream angrily, "I get that you care or whatever but you don't need to push yourself into my life constantly! And I wasn't mad at you Dream, Im just having a personal issue that I'd like to resolve on my own okay!? So just shut up and leave me alone" George finished, turning on his phone as a silent warning to leave.
Dream stood there, frozen for a few seconds. His heart cracked like glass, delicate, sensitive glass that would break under the smallest of pressure. "Y-yeah.. sorry, I'll leave" Dream backed away from George, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. The walk back to his room felt like hours, but when he arrived, he walked inside, closing the door behind him, staying at the doorway for a few seconds. Dream exhaled shakily, banging his head against the door as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop his eyes from producing any tears. Why did he have to make the situation so much worse?
