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Dream sat and stared and blinked tears away for what seemed like forever.
He absolutely fucking hated this feeling, but what was he to do about it?
Angry, ugly green envy twisted around his guts, coiling around his lungs and making it hurt to breathe. Hot tears stung his eyes, but he couldn’t look away. He was happy for them, of course, but fuck, he’d do anything to be there. Maybe this awful, awful feeling would diminish, fade away into nothingness. Every picture, every post that was made, every upload, every stream, every single thing made the feeling ten times worse, added fuel to the raging fire that was jealousy.
Burning, burning, jealousy.
He should be there with them. They’re both his friends too, so why? Why wasn’t he there with them, why couldn’t he travel fuck-knows how many miles with Sapnap to the UK, why, why, why, why, why? Hundreds, if not thousands of scenarios with the three of them, Dream, Sapnap, and George, flooded his mind, only adding on and on to the hurt, to the pain, to the stupid fucking green envy he felt.
A ping! from his phone was what made him tear his eyes away from his monitor’s screen, squeezing his eyes shut for a split second as he saw the notification from he, Sapnap, and George’s group chat. taking a deep breath, Dream opened the chat and immediately regretted it.
A picture of George and Sapnap smiling together was sent with another text following that read, “ wish you were here,” and Dream wanted to throw up. And cry. Maybe both. He didn’t bother responding, just turning his phone off and throwing it onto his bed. The world seemed to go blurry, and it didn’t take long to realize that- oh. He was crying.
A shaky hand lifted up to his face to wipe the traitorous tears, but they wouldn’t stop falling.
His head was pounding, screaming at him.
He quickly closed out of everything on his monitor and turned it off, stumbling towards his bed. He didn’t do anything but lay there and cry. Was it pathetic? Some might say. Did he care? Absolutely not.
He laid there and cried, wishing that he wasn’t stuck at home.