Ultimately | DreamNotFound

Part 1

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Dream slowly stepped out of the front door and quietly shut it. The warm breeze in the air brushed against his face as it blew by.

He then began walking along the sidewalk silently giving acknowledgement to the others around him. It was a quiet and calm day which he was sure to take advantage of.

Stepping along the path he softly whispered a tune to ease any possible tension fluttering among the air.

Soon enough he broke out from the previous sidewalk to pass through the woods and making his way to a flower field.

The field contained many soft shaded flowers, surprisingly nothing too vibrant. It could be easy to get distracted by the sight but Dream had seen it too many times to stand and stare. Though, he's always down to do that whenever.

He continued to ambulate through the field calmly heading in the same direction. Everything around him was all too familiar to get easily lost.

Turning right, Dream stepped onto the damp green grass and looked ahead. There laid a river flowing lightly in its current. Pink cherry blossom trees bloomed around the area as it's petals fell into the river's flow adding a beautiful scent into the air.

Dream then took a deep breath and sighed letting go of any weight he had carried. After doing so he proceeded to slowly sit down on a log while watching the river drift pink petals away.

The shade of the trees around him shielded him from excessive sunlight allowing him to comfortably sit in his thoughts.

The past weeks for Dream haven't been the best which is why he enjoyed coming here. The calming sounds of the river flowing and the breeze pushing against the tree's leaves; it allowed him to clear his mind properly without high amounts of stress.

Shortly, Dream closed his eyes while taking in the sounds around him. This was nice, this was what he needed.

Sadly, all things come to an end as his previous thoughts slowly began to flood back. They were a lot calmer than usual which he was nonetheless thankful for.

Opening his eyes, his head slanted slightly downwards in disappointment. He hadn't meant to say such things to his friend.

Previously him and his closest friend George had gotten into a fight. A fight about trust, that is. During the fight Dream had raised his voice at the other exclaiming that he doesn't care how George sees him.

It pained him to remember the look on his friend's face in response to the burst. Tears welled up in George's eyes followed by slight fear. The red spreading around his face as his nose began to run, and how his hair was disheveled rather than well put. It appalled him seeing that he had done that to his friend.

He wished he could go back and apologize or at least hug George once again but the awkward and uncomfortable tension between the two prevented that. During each meet up their friend group had the unsettling atmosphere the two brought was unbearable, even for the others.

Shifting in his spot, Dream looked over to the river trying to take his mind off the situation. He had come here to relax, not to add to his disquiet days.

Sighing once more he reached to his face and lifted up his mask to properly breath in the fresh air. The lavender scent allowed him to calm down once more and lure him into a state of ease.

Hours had passed by where he remained where he sat. It was quite the daily routine of his, you could say. Though, his thoughts and troubles for George still remained.

As time continued to slip out of Dream's grasp the sun began to set. A purple hue spreaded throughout the sky as orange trailed behind it. The brightness of the sun began to fade as stars made their way to the sky.

As darkness began to surface among the sky he figured it was time to leave.

Taking in a deep breath, Dream then got up and took a step into the grass. A sound of vibration could be heard.

Confusion filled his mind as he looked around trying to locate the source.

Everything seemed normal. The water flowed in it's usual rhythm as the trees' leaves softly moved with the wind.

That's until he looked down. An unusual amount of light projected on the grass. The green shade of the small leaves being more presentable than usual, especially during dusk.

Reaching downwards, Dream came into contact with a warm object causing a gasp to escape his lips.

There laid his phone lit up by the endless amount of miss calls from someone in his contacts.

Had his phone slipped out of his pocket? Perhaps he had forgotten he brought it in the first place.
Nevertheless Dream swiped up on the bright screen to view more.

There read words he never thought he'd see.

'23 Miss Calls From George.'