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A/N: Angst babyy! Had a hard time picking a ship but I think it's going to be a good one.

Type: Angst.

AU: Wild Wild West.

TW: Major character death, g/ns, g/mbling, alc/h/l, bl//d, g/re, and some other things like that.

Ship: Dreamnotfound.

Status: Proofread, edited.

Words: 550 words.

Other: I'm using the same sentence for the beginning and end.

"One last time!" Dream calls, they were seated in Ranboo's bar playing poker. Dream had forgotten who half the people he was playing with because he was so drunk but to him, it didn't matter, he was too drunk to care anyway. The people around him nodded as the dealer, Karl, dealt another hand.

After several more rounds of poker and more and more money lost the pub finally closed, Dream and the others being kicked out. Dream was so drunk he couldn't walk straight, but he didn't care. He hopped on his horse and started to head home. He didn't think much of this, although it would be the very last thing he did.

George was freaking out, his husband Dream had been gone for 5 hours and hadn't told him where he was going. He didn't know what to do with himself, he didn't know if he was worried, mad, or disappointed. Maybe it was all three. Another hour passes, still no Dream. He waited all night, no Dream. He fell asleep at around 5 AM, worried sick for his Dream.

With Dream on his ride, things went wrong, he lost control of his horse and fell on the hard ground splitting open his head. The crimson red blood falling as his wound, the world around him was fading in and out, in and out until..it all went black. He lied there for what felt like years until the doctors arrived.

George heard a knock at the door, "Coming!" He called, standing up and walking to the door. Fundy stood there, holding a letter, "For you, from the doctors." He said, before leaving. George was unsettled by the fact it was from the doctors, and with Dream's absence, his mind went to the worst. He slowly opened the letter, it read,

"Dear George,

Your husband Dream Wastaken was involved in heavy drinking last night, he attempted to ride home on his horse 'Gogy' and fell off of the said horse. The fall caused enough damage to crack his skull open. We are very sorry to say your husband did not survive this. We did everything we could, truly. We think you would like to hear this, his last words were ,,Tell my George I love...him" That is all.

Sending our prayers, Doctor Puffy."

George felt the tears rolling down his face, soaking the paper. A strangled sob left his mouth, he let this happen...He let Dream go out...He let him take his horse, he let him go alone...It was his fault...

Timeskip to Dream's funeral.

Dream was being dropped into the ground, via George's request, and he couldn't stop the sobs from leaving his mouth. Ranboo was also crying, rubbing George's back. Oh, what he would give to see his husband one more time...

A/N: I CRIED WRITING THIS-

FRICK-

God-

Alright, this is okay? I can't remember where I got the "use the same sentence in the beginning as the end" idea from but I know it was Karlnapity. So..yeah! This is it..I can't write angst, period. Bye!