Your Ghost ? Sequel to Text Back

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Left. Right. Left. Right.

George watched his feet swing back and forth, studying the way the light seemed to pass through them and refract off of them.

Left.

He stuck his left foot out, wiggling his toes. It was cold. He couldn't feel the wool of his socks, yet he could.

Right.

A small hole caught his eye. If it was a little bigger, George could've slipped his pinky toe through it.

Left.

A string hung down from the hem of his pants. He missed Dream.

Right.

Dream didn't love him though, right?

Left.

If Dream didn't love him, why did he need him?

Right.

Dream needed George, right?

Left.

George was cold.

Right-

Glassy white-brown eyes met empty green in a one-sided gaze. A smile weakly graced George's lips.

"Dream."

Dream's eyes flicked towards the sound of George's voice, his eyes immediately lighting up.

"I'm cold, can you turn on the heat please?"

The glimmer in Dream's gaze faltered.

"George, it's already on."

Oh.

"Sorry..." George mumbled, looking back down at his feet.

He didn't like being able to see the floor through them. It was weird. Sure, for the most part his feet were all there, but he could still see the faint wood of Dream's flooring through the cotton socks.

"Dream, do you believe in Heaven?"

"You know I'm an aetheist George."

"Yeah, but where do you think I'll go? Once I find the light?"

"You aren't going anywhere George, you're staying here with me. You don't wanna leave me again, do you?" his voice was heavy with something George didn't recognize as he paused in whatever he was doing.

"George I need you, I can't lose you again. I can't be alone again," Dream's voice grew quieter until eventually he spoke in silence.

George frowned. He didn't want to hurt Dream again, he didn't want to hurt his love.

"George, I have a surprise for you," Dream's voice cut the silence, catching George's attention.

"What is it?" George asked, tilting his head. Surprises were nice.

"I wanted to wait until he got here, but I bought Nick plane tickets to come stay with us!" A grin settled across Dream's face as he spoke, his excitement infecting George.

"Really?"

George hadn't seen another person, another anything other than home and Patches and Dream for months. He missed going outside and feeling the sun on his skin. He missed seeing people.

"Yeah!" Dream sat down on his bed, pulling his legs up underneath of him.

"I still need to get a few things, but he should be arriving tomorrow," Dream hummed, pulling out his phone.

George was excited. He missed Sapnap.

"Sapnap's coming tomorrow."

"Yes George, he is."

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow Sapnap."

"Mhm."

George smiled. He never really repeated words before but now it comforted him, solidified the ideas in his mind.

Most of the time he just repeated Dream's name, mic off so he wouldn't annoy his boyfriend.

Boyfriend was also a word he repeated. Those words were nice to him. They made him feel all fuzzy and warm.

Cold.
Cold.

He didn't like being cold. It felt wrong. It made him feel homesick for somewhere he had never been.

George slid off the desk, floating above the floor. He wanted to go to the basement.

As he floated down through the floorboards he noticed a glow coming from under the door of one of the guest bedrooms.

Interested, George tried to float through the wood but something stopped him. He had always been able to go through doors and walls and ceilings and about everything else but the things leading outside and this door did not lead outside- so what happened?

George looked at the door up and down, before realising. There was a thick line of white powder at the bottom of the door, blocking off the gap between the door itself and the floor. George leaned down to touch it, recoiling when it burned his fingertips. He gasped, clutching his hand close to his body.

What was that? What hurts the dead?

George thought back to a show Dream was watching one night. Two guys were fighting ghosts and the bi short one used salt to block off a door while the tall pretty haired one looked for what was keeping the ghosts on earth. It was a cool show, but Dream didn't seem to enjoy it that much.

Was that salt?

Did Dream have something to hide?

No, he wouldn't have. Dream didn't keep secrets from George. He must've blocked off that door to protect George.

Protect him from what?

The not-Dream?

But Dream didn't know about George's dream. George wasn't planning on telling him anyways, since it didn't seem like a big deal.

George decided that Dream wouldn't do anything bad and that whatever reason he had for salting that door was a good one, and continued down into the basement.

George felt the familiar dark of the basement surround him, the hum of electricity purring as if to welcome him.

Being a ghost, George basically had fullbright on 24/7. It was nice sometimes. He did miss the warm glow of a lamp at night, or the way the shadows bent when you twisted an object in the sunlight.

Most of all George missed his shadow. It was an odd thing to miss, but you never really realise how much it comforted you until it was gone.

Chilly concrete walls brought him safety, as did the dusty shelves and boxes strewn about. He began his usual pacing route, before the feeling of something being off settled in his gut.

A quick glance around told him that something was missing.

The book.

The glowy one.

Huh.

George shrugged it off. Maybe Dream was sorting through things. Maybe he was cleaning up for Sapnap.

Whatever it was, George knew Dream had a good reason.