Three Months for a Dream [Dreamnotfound]

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George's POV

"I'm sorry, George." 

The intense beating of my heart slowed to the pace of a tortoise. I knew it already. So why does it hurt so much?

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, that I'm bi", Dream said.

I didn't process the words and kept my head bowed down. I had two months. Correction -- I had one month and a half. This was it. This is how it's meant to end.

My thoughts whirred around at lightning speed as Dream spoke in the background, his voice a blur and my vision growing fuzzy. I was breathing shallow breaths, and Dream didn't seem to notice as his hands covered his face and he continued to talk.

"...and I want you to know that I've loved you for so long. So long. I've waited for this moment ever since." Dream's voice was merely a breeze floating through one ear and out the other. 

"George?" Dream seemingly said to me. I tried to reach a hand out for him, to touch his face and tell him I loved him one more time, but I couldn't. My body was numb, and I feared that the disease had begun its affects of Stage 2.

"GEORGE!!" I heard, before I finally gave out and embraced the cold, smooth marble floor.