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The scene has always been the same. The trees, the grass and the obsidian surrounding the Pandora’s vault.
Sam noticed George spending a lot of time hanging outside the prison, so he built a bench for him to sit on and sometimes have a conversation with him. He knew how hard it was for George dealing with the fact that his best friend got crazy and ended up in jail, while the other is stuck in his room crying over a failed relationship.
George is alone.
His routine was the same. Wake up, eat, go to prison, check on Sapnap, eat, sleep then repeat. It was so tiring.
Every time he’s sitting on that blackstone bench either waiting for Sam to great him a good morning even though nothing is really going good or just sitting there, he thinks. Overthinks actually.
“Should I go in?” “Why did Dream end up here?” “Since when did he start changing?” “How did we drift apart?” “What’s keeping me from seeing him?”
Yeah. Right. What’s keeping George from seeing Dream?
It’s not like it will kill him, or as if he’s gonna lose something. So why can’t he?
Is it the feeling that you’re gonna hate what he’s become?
Is it the words that will come out of Dream’s mouth?
Is it gonna be the look on his face when he see his best friend see how fucking pathetic he looks not being able to control the server?
Or is it the mixed emotion of pity, hate, anger, sadness and love that will break you?
Even if George is scared he knew deep inside that if he didn’t visit Dream, his heart will never stop longing. So this time, he chose to be different. He’s not sitting in front of the prison until the sun sets.
He’s seeing Dream.
George went in the portal, sign up lots of conditions, die and respawn. He was on the last step. Standing on the slab that will hopefully make his heart stop yearning. But then he suddenly felt overwhelmed and anxious, he dropped to his knees crying. Sam immediately ran to him giving George a hug.
"Since when was the last time someone hugged me?" He thought to himself.
And it was the day when Dream got arrested. They hugged for so long. Dream reassured George so many times that he will come back. But he never did.
George wanted to back out. He wants to go back his bed and sleep the sadness away. So he did.
Sam escorted him back.
George knew that Dream could hear all his sobs, shouts and cry to why all of this happened to him.
But why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he shout for my name? Why didn't he try and talk to me!??!?!
But what he didn't know was Dream was silently crying hearing his best friend's whys and hows. Hearing George cry was worse than physical torture. He never heard him cry that bad before and how he wish he was the one to comfort him, how he wish he was the one who was hugging George like how he used to do every time he was feeling the blues.
But now is not the right time. Or maybe there will never be the right time for them to meet again.