Angels (DreamNotFound/Gream)

Chapter 16: The Confrontation

"George, I don't know if I can ever get you to believe me, but I'll say this one last time." He paused, and looked George straight in the eyes, face pleading. When he continued, his voice was slightly choked. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I would never cheat on you. I like you so fucking much, George, you're my whole world... please." His hand hesitantly moved to George's cheek, and George leaned into the touch without thought, closing his eyes as Dream's thumb lightly caressed his skin.

"Please," Dream whispered.

George opened his eyes, and he saw tears tracked down the other boy's face as he looked at him with an overwhelming sense of longing. It would be so easy to forgive him, to believe him...

But he couldn't. He moved away from Dream's hand and averted his eyes. "I can't... I'm sorry." He scooped up the cat in his right hand, having the crate with the puppy already in his other, and left, leaving Dream standing in the doorway with his hand unmoving from the position it was in when it was on George's cheek.

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Dream stared at the door that George had just shut on him, wiping his eyes despondently. That had been his one chance... and George still didn't believe him.

He kicked the door in anger. "Fuck." That did nothing but stub his toe and make Patches run out of the room. "Now my cat doesn't even like me," he muttered, laughing humorlessly.

He paced around the living room in aimless circles, eyebrows knit tightly, willing himself not to cry. Everything in his house reminded him of George so much it physically pained him; the giant teddy bears in the corner of the room were from when he went to the boardwalk with George; the crumpled airline information paper he still hadn't thrown in the recycling was lying on the table, a cruel echo of a memory.

He was suddenly visited by another time he was pacing around a different living room because George was mad at him... that was when he screwed things up with George's parents, and now he screwed things up with George.

His parents... maybe if he went to his parents' house and explained things, his mom could fix it. He seriously doubted she could make George have a change of heart - but she couldn't possibly make it worse, he thought.

A drop of hope pooled in his mind despite his rational brain, and he rummaged around in his drawers for his keys. He found them hiding behind a picture of George and him arm in arm at the London boardwalk, and the lump in his throat rose. He closed the drawer with an abrupt slam, pulled on his shoes, and left, locking the door behind him.

Even the elevator was haunted with memories of George; flashes of conversations were circling through his head as the metal doors opened with a ding.

"I thought you loved me, George."

"I do! I - I mean, I...".

"Just admit it."

He shook his head roughly to clear it as the elevator beeped and he walked out into the lobby, squashing down any memories that might trigger. He exited into the outside lot, squinting as the sun streamed down on him, bathing him in warmth that sharply contrasted the dull cold he felt inside.

He got in his car and started the engine, desperately hoping that he would at least be able to convince someone of his innocence. The engine rumbled as he started it up, and he pulled out of the lot, his mind preoccupied by flashes of memories with George he had in the same car he felt so alone in now.

He had stopped at a red light when the image of him kissing George by the car popped into his head, and the lump in his throat got bigger. What he would give to do that again...

The light turned green, and he absentmindedly stepped on the gas, not seeing the car that ignored the red light and zoomed through the intersection.

A sickening pain... a flash of light... the feeling of falling through a long tunnel... and he knew no more.

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