Yellow - ColdPlay , Cont
Dream woke up, a sweat overtaking him, anxiously he scrambled for his phone to call george like he did every other time he'd have a panic attack or a bad dream
he kept his eyes closed from the second he awoke, he felt like he couldn't open them he was too scared
i have it so dreams call ring through silent for me, he needs me sometimes
Dream remembers george saying to quackity and sapnap when george payed quackity to meow.
The person you have called is unavailable at the moment
straight to answerphone
dream continued to hyper ventilate, forcing his eyes shut
he felt a comforting feeling wrap around him, he instantly melted into it
"stop crying, it's okay, it's okay now clay" a familiar voice hushed as dream felt a hand run up and down his back much like george would do when dream was anxious.
"george?"
george hushed him now running his hands through dreams hair
"you- you, i- you're. but you're dead" dream stuttered clinging onto him
"oh dream, i still am"
dream opened his eyes, no longer in his bed, instead a flower field.
he looked up, it was george.
george.
his home.
his george.
"yknow i can see colour now" george giggled, the same smile dream remembered so clearly.
dream raised a hand to georges face, george smiled.
he was there, george was really there, it was all a bad dream, it wasn't real.
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Flower Fields - DreamNotFound
FanficAfter Georges sudden death, Dream finds himself struggling to deal with the loss. From not sleeping to barely eating, slowly he's destroying himself Until he gets a DM from Georges Twitter account.
