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“Dream. Come home.”
“And do what? Sit around and mope? No. I’m just out for a drive.”
“I know where you’re going. Don’t play dumb with me,” George says with a sigh.
“I’m not going there. I’m on the other side of town.”
“I don’t believe you. Dream, it’s been 5 months and you still aren’t over him. You haven't moved on. You’re still stuck on him.
“I’m not still stuck on him, it’s just- Listen. I gotta go,” Dream sighs as he starts to turn down a familiar street.
“Promise you aren’t going there.
“I’m not, I promise.”
“You know I’m only doing this because I care about you, right? You’re my best friend. I don't want to see you get hurt again.”
“Well I wish you’d thought of that before you were the one to hurt me.”
The moment the words leave his mouth Dream regrets what he said.
“Sorry, I- I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, it’s okay. I get it. I wish things unfolded differently. Maybe if they had, he wouldn’t have happened and everything would have been fine.”
“I promise I’m not still upset about that. I just really have to go.”
“Let me know when you get back home?”
“I will, okay? Goodbye.”
“Bye.”
As soon as the call disconnects, Dream drops his phone to his lap, putting both hands on the wheel and slowing his speed.
It was dark, but he knew this road well enough to know all the twists and turns, where every single pothole laid. That’s what happens when you drive somewhere every day. Dropping him off, picking him up, leaving at all hours of the night when he would accidentally fall asleep while they were cuddling on the couch.
This road had many memories, all made bitter by the way things ended between the pair.
As he rounds the turn, Dream lets his eyes drift towards the house. Sapnap’s house.
His heart starts beating faster than it ever has. A soft breeze blows through the windows, causing goosebumps to dot Dream’s arms like freckles.
He debates stopping; he debates pulling in the driveway like nothing had ever happened. Like everything was totally okay.
But he doesn’t. He keeps driving. Painfully, he keeps driving down to the end of the road, turning off onto another. He pulls into the parking lot of the small store, parking as far to the back as he can.
“I can’t go there,” he whispers to no one but himself. “It’s a bad idea. There’s no way that it can end well.”
Dream picks up his phone, opening his contacts and staring at Sapnap’s. George told him that he should delete it, even made him delete the contact in front of him, but that made no difference. Dream had memorized his number after the time he was drunk out of his mind, lost his phone and had no one to pick him up. He wanted to make sure he always had someone who would be there if he needed them.
Sapnap had comforted him that day. Dream misses him.
But Sapnap doesn’t miss Dream. At least, that’s what Dream had been telling himself for the last five months in order to keep himself sane.
Sapnap broke up with him. Sapnap was the one to say he was done. Sapnap was the one who said goodbye.
But Dream wants to know what would happen if he called. Maybe if they spoke again, things could go back to the way they were. Their split wasn’t over anything bad. So maybe, just maybe, they could fix it.
He wants to be able to hold Sapnap in his arms as they sway in the kitchen. He wants to go to family events and be able to introduce Sapnap as his boyfriend. He wants the little things. He misses the little things.
He wants to be able to do all the things he did before, but he knows he can’t. He knows that he can’t just pretend. Because there are two of them and one of them isn’t in it anymore.
But that little grain of hope had sprouted, and there was no way that Dream would be able to get rid of it now.
He takes one more quick glance up at the time.
2:13am
It’s unlikely that Sapnap is even awake at this time, but maybe, that’s for the better.
Without another thought, Dream clicks the call button before bringing the phone to his ear. He hadn’t thought this through and knew that deep down, he was making a mistake. But the missed call will show up in Sapnap’s notifications anyway, so he might as well go through with it.
His heart starts pounding as the line rings one, two, three, four times before the call is directed to the robotic voice of the voicemail system.
He waits for the beep before the words start flowing out of his mouth like water that had just broken through a dam.
“Hey. Um, I know this was stupid, but I just- I really miss you. And I know we’re done and everything, but I thought- I just thought that maybe- Fuck. You know what? Nevermind. Pretend I never called. Bye.”
Dream hangs up and debates throwing his phone out the open window. But he doesn’t. Instead, he starts making a list of all the reasons Sapnap didn’t pick up the phone, pretending to ignore the most evident.
He chalks it up to the fact that he’s probably asleep, maybe he’ll get a call back by morning.
But he doesn’t want to wait until morning, because when morning comes then he will have to face the inevitable. The fact that maybe Sapnap ignored his call. So he makes up his mind.
“This is a terrible decision,” Dream mumbles to himself, putting the car back in drive and following the path he had taken. Back to the place he knows he shouldn’t go, but can’t help wanting to go there anyway.
His emotions start to get the best of him, washing over his mind and body, the only thought in his mind was being able to hold Sapnap again.
He knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but he just can’t help it. He can’t help but think that maybe Sapnap feels the same way he does. At least, that’s the best-case scenario.
As he nears his ex’s driveway, he gives himself one last chance to back out. To just go home where George was waiting. He even debates calling George, knowing that he’ll talk some sense into him. But the moment his headlights shine into the window of Sapnap’s room, he knows it’s too late to go back. He has to go through with it now.
Dream slows the car down, putting it in park and hesitantly taking the key out of the ignition. Pocketing the key, he pulls out his phone.
<2:24AM> so...
<2:24AM> i’m in his driveway
Dream waits a minute to get a message back or even a call from George, talking him out of whatever he is about to do. But it doesn’t come. So he turns the car off and steps out into the driveway. He takes slow steps to the front door, trying to talk himself out of it, but before he knows it, he’s standing with his finger pressed against the doorbell.
He hears the faint ringing coming from the inside, a noise that, deep down, means loneliness. That Sapnap was getting up to see who it was, a noise that made him upset. When they were together, that is. Hopefully, it means the opposite now.
He waits for what feels like hours for Sapnap to come to the door, and it starts to think it’s not happening, that maybe he really was asleep, but he watches as the doorknob slowly turns and the door swings open.
Dream is met with eyes of clouded forests and his heart almost stops. Something about the way the porch light illuminates the contours of Sapnap’s face has him totally mesmerized.
“Hi,” he whispers, pretending not to notice the shock on Sapnap’s face.
“Hi.”