DreamNotFound- Is there hope for us?

"I love her she's such a good actor" Sapnap says as he watching the film him and Dream put on, I was sitting on the sofa scrolling through my phone not feeling like watching it.

"She's the latest model for that magazine too, did you hear about that?" Dream says.

"Yes, your on about vogue. I wonder how that happened"

"She's pretty hot so I'm not surprised" My heart felt like it was crushed right then and there. My finger stopped scrolling as I froze. 

You idiot of course he thinks these things. He's a person just like everyone else. Do you think he's never going to feel attracted to girls. Be realistic and stop living in your fantasy world. He is straight. He will never love you. Give up. 

I stand up not being able to shake away the empty feeling in my heart.

"Woah George you don't look so good maybe you should sit back down" Dream says standing up putting his hand on my arm.

"Dream's right. You've gone really pale" Sapnap agrees, his voice sharing the same concern Dream had just shown.

I force myself to laugh "I'm good, just tired. I'm going to take a nap"

Dream and Sapnap look at each other "Okay dude. Sure. Call us if you need anything" Sapnap says.

"Um. Yeah, thanks" I say leaving the room going to my current room upstairs. I close the door behind me. Tears start sliding down my face, now that I was alone my emotions started to let themselves out. I crawl into bed pulling the cover over me as I drown in self-pity. The world felt like it was closing in on me, my head was spinning and it seemed like time was going to fast.

Stop. It all needs to slow down. I need help.

I didn't know what to do. I regularly went to Dream when I was overwhelmed or sad. He never failed to make to cheer me up. But this time was different. This time I couldn't run to him with my problem. He would figure out I had a crush on him and he would hate me forever. I pull my phone out mu pocket. I didn't know how long I had been crying for but I needed help. I went to my most recent contact, seeing it was Wilbur. I press call.

"Is that George?! Let me talk to him!" Tommy's said in the background.

"be quiet" Wilbur says to him quickly "Hey George"

"Will" I cry. It was pathetic I know, but it was all I could manage at the moment.

"Shit. Why are you crying?" Wilbur panics. I hear rustling from the other side of the phone and a door shutting. He must have gone into another room for privacy.

"Can't.... Breath" I whisper into the phone, my head still pounding and dizzy, my chest only getting tighter by the second feeling like I was suffocating.

"Listen to me George your having a panic attack. I need to to try focus on your breathing can you do that for me?" He says his voice completely calm and soothing.

"I don't know. Maybe?" I question not being able to think straight.

"Lets just try okay? Breath in and out as I count" He tells me, I hum in response and he starts to count.

"1...2...3...1...2...3" I followed his lead and it did help a little.

"Hey George can you tell me what's around you right now" He says interrupting the breathing exercise.

"Yeah. um... I'm in my bed. well not my bed but the one I'm staying in" I explain.

"Nice. I bet it's warm where you are" He says.