A/N: Okay so this is going to be pure angst sorry I just had to write this. Inspired by another fanfic I read somewhere I don't remember lol rip ok. Also oop language sry.

Dream stared at the Discord icon. "George, I told you not to."

George's voice came into Dream's headphones. "I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't care."

Dream spoke, voice shaking with anger. "No. That wasn't an accident. It's not an accident, posting my face reveal on Twitter before I want you to. It's not an accident, showing the world what I look like without my consent. I trusted you, George."

George voice was rising as well. "Dream, you need to stop hiding. I've done a face reveal, Sapnap has too, and it was about time anyways! You can't keep hiding your face, it was inevitable, you're just a coward." George spat.

Dream narrowed his eyes, fuming. "You don't have the right. You don't have the right to do my face reveal for me. And I wasn't hiding. I didn't want to show my face, and you never had the right to share that picture. I thought I could trust you, George."

"It's so stupid, it's just your face, it's nothing really important!" George yelled, fury lacing his voice.

"It is. Because it was the last thing that was truly private, the last thing that would be just mine to know, and yours and Sapnap's. But then you decided to share it with the world. You — " Dream took a deep breath. "No. Go away, I don't want to talk to you."

"Fine! I never said I wanted to talk with you anyways." George yelled back, and Dream ended the voice chat before George could continue. Dream stormed around in his room, mad at George, mad at the world, and mad at... himself.

"I'll just go to bed and everything will be fine next morning." Dream muttered to himself. He opened the bedroom door, stepping into the bathroom to take a shower. He noticed his reflection in the mirror. Flaming eyes, creased forehead, clenched teeth.

"You f*cking idiot George." Dream growled through his gritted teeth. He shook his head, stripping down and stepping into the warm spray of the shower. As he let the warm water rain down on his head, which was buried in his hands, he thought. He thought back to all the times with George, joking, chatting, talking, and every decision they'd made in their lives had come down to this mess. Dream sunk down the slippery shower wall onto his knees, letting the warm shower beat down on his head like a furious rain. Dream slowly relaxed under the warm water, unclenching his muscles, and relaxing slightly. As he stood back up to finish his shower, he felt a slight twang of regret.

I shouldn't have said that to George. He's my best friend. My only best friend, apart from Sapnap. He's right, I was probably being a coward. It's just my face. There's still plenty of other things that I can keep to myself.

Dream looked up, staring at the shower wall.

I ought to apologize to George.

I will.

Dream stepped out of the shower much calmer than before. He slowly rubbed his hair dry, watching his reflection in the mirror. He dried his face, then his body, slipping on a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants. Dream pushed open the door and turned off the lights, moving down the hallway and into the bedroom. He stared a little at the monitor, but decided to give George a little space. He would probably be still angry at Dream, and George angry was hard to make to see sense. So Dream decided he would sleep, and in the morning, he would apologize to George first thing. He shut off the bedroom lights, climbing into bed, staring at the dark ceiling, replaying that conversation in his mind. Every time the words rang out in his mind, he thought of a thousand other ways he could've responded, a thousand of other ways he could've made it better. But he didn't. And he had decided to hurt George as much as he could. Dream turned onto his side.

I'm sorry George.

-

Dream woke up to a million messages. He blinked his eyes, confused, and opened up them, reading through them, his heart dropping even lower with each line.

Sapnap

George told me what happened

You didn't need to be that mean

George is sorry, he told me

Come on, go speak with George

Dream

Dream, don't be salty

1:34AM

Dream

Oh sh*t

George left his house and his roommate says he hasn't come back yet

Dream we need to do something

1:57AM

Dream George was hit by a car

His roommate says he's in critical condition, currently in the hospital

I'm flying there asap

Dream answer me

I've got a flight, it's leaving in a few hours

Come to London

Come on, this is too stupid to still be mad about

- Read 7:52AM -

Dream stared at his phone screen, eyes starting to water over. I haven't said I'm sorry. I haven't made up with him yet. I haven't even said goodbye. No. Dream jumped out of bed, booting up his computer, cursing at the slow pace at which it loaded up.

"Hurry up you stupid machine." He fiddled with the mouse impatiently, jumping on the search browser as soon as he logged in.

"Flights... from... Florida... to.... London." He muttered under his breath, jumping on the first option he saw.

The flight left in two hours. He had about an hour to pack up, half an hour to drive to the airport, and leaving half an hour for buffer time. Dream shut down his computer quickly, then jumped around his room, throwing things he would need into a large backpack.

"You better stay alive." Dream growled aloud. He glanced down at his watch. He still had around forty minutes left. He tossed the backpack haphazardly onto his bed, then shot back into the bathroom to wash up, hastily brushing his teeth and washing his face in cold water, then subsequently throwing his toiletries into a ziplock back then into his backpack. He checked his watch again. Twenty five minutes left.

He paced around in his room, stress preventing him from having any sort of appetite for breakfast. After what felt like days of walking in circles, he checked his watch, and it was finally time for him to leave. He stood up, running a hand through his hair, then rushing out the door, anxious that he might miss his flight. Dream slid into his car, backing out of the driveway, biting his lip out of worry. After half an hour, he pulled over at the airport, walking into the air conditioned building, navigating his way to his flight.

As he checked in his baggage, he received a notification from his phone. Dream reached into his pocket, looking at the text message that had just been sent to him.

Sapnap

George isn't doing that well

When do you get here?

Dream

My plane leaves soon

Can you pick me up at the airport?

Sapnap

Sure

You're not still mad at George are you?

Dream

No

Dream stared at the bright white glow, thinking, until a man tapped him on his shoulder, bring the American back to the present. He walked on, carrying his backpack and luggage, gazing up at the signs in the airport and waiting for his plane to call boarding. As he sat on the bland black benches, nervously scrolling Twitter, his mind was spinning.

Will that have been the last time I speak to George?

Will that be the last words I speak to George?

Will I be able to see him alive?

He was shook out of his deep thinking by the announcement of the boarding of his plane. Dream stood up shakily, and walked over to the line, shuffling his feet. He handed over his ticket and passport, and he walked down the narrow gray hallway. Once he boarded the plane, he sat down at the window seat, he curled up in a ball, back to the aisle. Dream pressed his forehead against the cool plane, shutting his eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED!