I nodded again and kissed his cheek. Sapnap stood beside us now and said slowly, "Well, I hate to be the bad guy but, George, Dream and I have something to tell you."

George raised his eyebrows and smiled, beckoning for us to tell him.

"George... we think you should go back to England..." Sapnap breathed.

George's smile fell away.

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"W-wait, what?" my voice broke, "Y-you don't want me here?"

Dream reached out my hand, "George, I-" I flinched away from his fingers, shaking my head.

"I just poured my heart out to you and... a-and now you're telling me to leave?"

"No George, it's not like that, I swear!"

I blinked vigorously, fighting back my tears. My eyebrows knitted together.

How could they tell me to leave?

Why me?

What if I don't want to leave?

"George," Dream put forth, "I want to see you smile, and be happy and be safe, know that means you have to go..."

Tears began slipping mercilessly down my cheeks, "Y-you're breaking up with me?"

"No, no, no just I don't think we should be together anymore..."

I left. I ran out the door, sobbing. It was raining; very hard too. It was right in the middle of tropical storm, so it was raining incredibly heavily. I had no idea where I was going. I just kept on running.

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"No, no, no, it's just- I don't think we should be together.."

He left. He turned and ran out the door, sobbing. I felt stupid. Yanking my coat off of the coat rack, I sprinted out the door.

The sky was grey and getting darker by the minute. It was early evening; around 7:30pm and a tropical storm had hit Florida a few day ago. The weather reports recommended that no one should go out unless it's for essentials, yet here I was running in the streets looking for my boyfriend. Well, I guess he wasn't my boyfriend anymore. I winced at the thought.

George was nowhere to be seen (I swear to fucking god if anyone makes on "georgenotfound jokes I will kill you /j) and worry was growing in my stomach. "GEORGE!" I cried out, "GEORGE!"

The bitter cold wind slapped at my face. I'd been out here for at least twenty minutes now and I haven't seen any sign of him. My feet were aching and my fingers were numb, but I wasn't giving up that easily. The only light in the streets was the dim glow that spilled from the lampposts. My ears pricked when I heard a familiar voice.

The voice said, "Um no thank you." It sounded scared. Then, I heard other muffled voices and the voice said a little louder, "D-don't touch me, Ow! Stop it, stop it please!"

"George!" I yelled and started scanning the streets for him, "Where are you?" eventually, I found a group of around five men and George in the corner of an alley. One of them had their hand around George's arm, but George was trying to pull away. "Please get off of me!"

Suddenly, one of the men threw his fist into George's face, causing blood to ooze from his nose. George stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. He was trying to scramble backward when another one kicked him in the chest. I ran over and slammed my fist into someone's nose and I cringed as I heard the bone crack. I grabbed the next one by the shirt collar and threw them to the floor, knocking them unconscious. The remaining few fled the alley.

I crouched down to George's level and helped him to his feet. Leaning into hug him, he swerved away from my embrace, wiping the blood away from his nose. He wouldn't look me in the eye. I wanted to wrap him up beside me because he was shivering from the cold and I could tell that he was fighting back tears.

"George c'mon let's go home back into the warmth, it's like so cold out here!"

"You go," he replied.

"I'm sorry, please just come with me."

He shook his head and a tear escaped down his cheek, blending with the blood on his face. George was only wearing a thin sweater and it was freezing outside, the rain was pouring down. I shrugged off my coat and tried to put it on him, but he pushed it away. Rolling my eyes, I thrust it towards him and again he gave it back.

Why is he so stubborn?

Placing my hand on the back of his neck, I brought him in, kissing him. When I pulled away, I glanced at his face, anxious to see his expression.

"I knew you'd do that," he said, quietly.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Kiss me."

His gaze was trained on the floor and he was picking at his finger nails.

I added, "What do you mean?"

"You kiss me when you know I'm suffering, when I'm in pain."

My eyes trailed over his body, I was going to say something but he cut me off.

"You mess with my emotions, you play with them like toys! one minute, we're friends, then you love me then you hate me then you love me again and now you're breaking up with me and shipping me back to England like you didn't confess your love me five months ago."

I thought about kissing him again, however I knew that wouldn't help the situation.

"You're right," I admitted, "It's not fair, I keep changing my mind. I sighed, "I'm sorry but I'm just doing what I think is best for um us I guess.-"

"-Dream," he interrupted, suddenly.

"No George, you deserve this apology!" I said and carried on, "I really don't want you to leave but I think it-"

"-Dream, I don't feel well... can we just go home?" he breathed. I sighed and nodded silently, the pair of us walking side by side back to his house.

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We arrived back home and George went silently up to his bedroom. Sapnap shot me a concerned look but I shook my head. George had to know that I wanted more than anything for him to stay but I always want him to be safe.

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As soon as we got in, I immediately went up to my room without a single word. My mind was racing with a thousand different thoughts and emotions all at once and I just needed to be alone.

An uncomfortable pain lingered in my chest, where my stitches from the shot wounds were. With a wince, I stumbled into the bathroom and slumped to the floor. Propping myself up against the bath tub, I slowly lifted my t-shirt and my breath hitched in my throat.

My entire chest was painted deep red and the blood was gushing out uncontrollably. The kick in the chest must've knocked a stitch out of place or something like that. My eyes darted frantically around the room for something to stall the bleeding. I reached forward and pain shot through my body. I slapped my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream of pain, clutching my chest and screwing my eyes shut. My chest heaved with every breath, I was panting as I pressed a towel into the wound, in a poor attempt to stop the blood.

I held the towel against my chest and slowly clambered to my feet. I took a shaky step forwards and my body screamed with pain and I went lightheaded, my vision going blurry.

Bumping into walls and cabinets, I finally collapsed into my bed, sinking into the duvet. Just as I was closing my eyes, I heard a soft knock at the door and then it slowly opened, Dream walking in.

"Hey..." he said softly, sitting on the end of my bed, "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," I forced out, with a weak smile.

"George about you going back to England-"

"Dream can we talk about it later I-" I sat up slightly and yet again I was overwhelmed with pain, and I was trying my absolutely hardest to not show it.

"Okay George, we'll talk about it tomorrow," he sighed, his picked up my hand and kissed it but frowned, noticing the way it was trembling.

"George are you okay?" he said slowly, locking eye contact.

"Hm? y-yeah, what I'm fine," I insisted.

He frowned uncertainly, coming over to me and pressed the back of his palm to my forehead.

"Oh you have a fever George," he pouted, putting his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up and and pushing a kiss to my forehead, "I'm going to get you some medicine, alright, I'll be right back," and he disappeared downstairs.

I threw my head back, using all my strength not to cry. I didn't want Dream to know about this. He strolled back in with some pills and a glass of water, in which I took both willingly.

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the mattress and I nodded, wordlessly. He drew back the covers and slumped down beside me, draping his arm over my shoulders and holding me close. I sighed heavily and rested my head on his chest.

Dream glanced down at me and kissed the top of my head and then whispered, "I love you George, you do know that right?"