*?゜?*Tales Till Dawn *゜??*

[there is no update but the title emoji got errored but I will be rewriting this fic tonight]

Angst? Might not be the right term but idk I think it is

prompt: Everything between George and Clay is fine, no amazing! Clay is head over heels for George and their relationship is un-break-able but that soon changed as Fundy comes into their lives..

(That bitch. Ugh)

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'Love is like war, easy to start, difficult to stop and never able to forget.'

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'Dream, I love you so fucking much.' George whispers as he shoves himself more onto Dreams lap.

'I love you too, Butterfly.' Dream whispered back as he wrapped his arms around George..or his butterfly.

George fondled with his necklace that had a blue butterfly pendant, that's where the nickname 'butterfly' came from. A smile grew wider as they both knew that they were inseparable.

See how everything is written in the past tense?..

Cause that was the past, a never forgettable past. A past full of blindness and lies, George did not know that yet..but he was about to find out.

First off everything was fine! George told Dream everything that happens in his life and Dream also told George everything that was happening in his.

That's atleast he thought.

Each day..Dream grew more..distant.

Every time he went to work, he would work late shifts too, which he usually refused to spend more time with his fiancé waiting at home, his butterfly.

He would go out a lot, only with Sapnap though, he claimed. How blind George was for waiting each day at home, just to be surprised in the middle of the night, 3 AM in the morning, by a drunk, high or too tired Dream.

As much as this ritual repeated, Dream always made an effort to surprise George, in several ways..not good ones though. George was surprised each time, cause each time he would wait home tired of cleaning, doing dishes, laundry and making dinner for his lover, just to get 'surprised' by a Dream who doesn't care at all.

'Maybe he changed.'

George would think every night
Which was a lie.. and George, each night, grew to believe it more.

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George sighs as he turns off the stove. He made scrambled eggs with avocado on bread. He knew Dream loved avocado..he would thank George for the meal..right?

Even though it's a little weird, bread with avocado..as diner? Probably doesn't even count as diner anymore as it's 3:04 in the morning.

But George atleast made the effort to! Last time he made lasagna Dream walked right past him, straight to bed.
Maybe he just..didn't like lasagna? Who doesn't like lasagna? Well Dream apparently.

He would ignore George in bed if he tried to cuddle with him. Even if he smelled like alcohol.. it was the same Dream..right? But even in the morning he would be ignored.

Just a quick 'Going to work.'

Not even a goodbye..

His thought bubble broke as he heard the door burst open and sloppy footsteps on the floor; Dream came home!