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Everything seemed to go so quickly. George’s case felt like only a few seconds.
Time screeched to a halt. George had a very obvious look of sadness. Not even trying to be discreet. “Why haven’t you told me? That you were upset, I mean.”
It was just time for memories to be made.
“It doesn’t matter honestly. I’m just confused. Ever since I met you, everything has felt different. In a good way, I guess.” Dream replies, his gaze beginning to just look off into the distance.
“You said you never have been… alright. I get it. You were stuck. You never belonged. We’re the same.”
“Yeah, of course. I’m just… tired. I don’t know why.”
George stands up from his spot under the tree, grabbing Dream’s hand and forcing him to stand as well. “We’re gonna explore. Not sure where.”
They walked. Somewhere. Leaving Sap and Bad to talk to each other on their own.
There was a river. Shallow enough to see the pebbles, grass and dirt covering the bottom. Flat, black rocks would stick out of the water occasionally, which would make a makeshift set of stepping stones.
Dream crossed over them first. George, of course, followed, almost slipping on the rocks a few times.
“How long does this go on for? Surely this place isn’t infinite. That would take up too many resources.” Dream asks, looking around the area. The surrounding trees seemed to stretch on for miles and miles. The trees were so thick that when he looked up, the sky wasn’t visible.
The ground was covered in grass, flowers and bunches of twigs and fallen leaves. It felt natural, yet deep down it was all hand crafted.
The attention to detail was insane.
Normally that was concerning. It didn’t matter anymore. They were safe here.
“Maybe just a clever cutoff. Like a bunch of cliffs. Maybe we could climb those. If they exist.” George replies, smiling at the idea. There were so many possibilities here. No limits.
“Maybe one day. We have plenty of time.”
~
There was a distinct smell of books. The hint of vanilla and fresh paper.
There was a room in the main house that was lined with books. Wall to wall, sorted by color and genre.
In George’s hand was a black book with an angel drawn on it. Quickly, he took a seat next to Dream, who had a book as well.
“You’re reading a book with an angel. Of course,” Dream lightly chuckles. He was currently wrapped up in a blanket with a book as well. His arm lifted up to cover George with the blanket as well and moving closer. “Glad the blanket was lying around. It’s cold in here.”
George opens his book and skims the first page a few times. He kept getting distracted by the person next to him. “Wasn’t there a fireplace in here somewhere?”
“Yeah, but honestly this is better. Right by the window. The view is… pretty. You can see everything.”
George lets out a quiet laugh. “Mhm. See that cloud? It’s shaped like a cat.”
“Oh, yeah it does!” Dream says, laughing. He had set the book aside by now to just look outside and admire everything.
Just looking. It had become therapeutic to find small details of things.
“Do you think we’ll ever get bored? There’s only so much we can do.” George asks, sighing. Boredom was the main enemy. Of course it was.
“Not when I'm with Sap, Bad and you.”
~
The air was chilly, but still. The familiar scent of firewood surrounded the group.
In between them was a campfire, circled by large grey rocks and large logs that were originally a white color, similar to birch, were now black and burnt up after a while.
Dream held a guitar in his hand, playing a song he had learned. The other three listened in respectful silence. He’d been so scared to demonstrate what he’d learned. “That’s all I got so far.”
Bad had an encouraging look on his face. The proud looking smile, kind of. “It sounded great! I’m proud of you.”
Dream set the guitar on the ground next to him, embarrassed. He had a hard time accepting a compliment like that. “It’s nothing special… but thanks.”
The four talked. They didn’t stop. Now, they had dozens of things to ask. Their pasts… how they died.
It was brief. Things like that weren’t talked about a lot due to trauma or just… being bored.
“George?” Dream asks, but whispering. “Did you really mean it? Those… two times you said you loved me?”
“Y-yeah. I meant it. I wouldn’t do that to you.” George replies, adjusting his seat to sit up properly. His gaze was still locked onto the
“That’s good,” Dream says to himself. “Because I’d sound stupid if I said it back without you actually meaning it.”
There was a silence.
Dream let out a wheeze. “Dude, I love you too.”
“Oh,” Is all George says. “I’m glad the feeling is mutual.”
~
They had reached the cliffs. The ones they thought did exist. The ones that indicated the end of their home area.
“Come on, they’re not that tall! It’s so easy!” Dream shouts, beginning to climb up.
George lets out a sigh of annoyance and begins climbing as well. After a few seconds, he lost his grip and fell.
Dream was already at the top. His annoying yet hilarious wheeze could be heard from all the way down. “Come on! It’s barely taller than me!”
“That’s really high up for me, Clay!”
“Are you already giving up? Seriously, try again!”
George tried again. Eventually, well, not that long. In about a minute, he reached the top as well and sat besides Dream.
“It’s pretty. I guess we were right about the cliff thing.” George says absentmindedly.
“We just keep finding the best spots. Before I met you, I’d hang out at areas like this and it was just boring. I’m with you now. As cheesy as this sounds, you’ve made everything better.” Dream responds. He wasn't looking at the view.
Everything was perfect. Everyone seemed to have their own closure.
To think this all started because of a huge mistake.
A fall, one could call it,
George had felt stuck on the ground, and whenever he tried stand, he’d topple down again.
He finally got up.
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