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"If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?" Dream asked.
He lay on his bed, staring at his ceiling. George was on the bed too, leaning against the headboard beside Dream, hugging his knees.
George let out a light laugh at the question, his answer was predictable as always.
"That's easy Dream. I'd want to see you,"
Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes. "So you'd want to be able to see?"
"Sure," George said softly. "I guess that's it,"
Dream looked at George, his green eyes scanning George's face slowly. His face lacked emotion, just a small smile on his face from their brief conversation.
Dream looked at George's grey eyes, as they focused on nothing in particular. They started at the wall opposite the bed, seeing nothing.
Dream and George had been friends for many years, since they've been kids. Since the day Dream looked at George, and realized that George couldn't look back at him.
The story of how Dream's favorite colour changed from green to grey.
"Hey, George," Dream said again, feeling his face flush red with the question he was about to ask. He was slightly thankful George couldn't see him.
"Hmm?"
"You know..." Dream said slowly, meaning every word, knowing George couldn't see the utmost sincerity laced in his eyes. "If I could, I'd make your wish come true,"
George smiled. "Yeah... that's comforting. I know you would,"
Dream found himself looking at George again, at every aspect of his face despite seeing him every single day. He saw George everyday, but George couldn't see him. He couldn't see his best friend.
But Dream would never get tired of looking at George. He was beautiful. He wanted to tell that to George, to let him know. Just to tell him how beautiful he was, and what a shame it was that he couldn't see it.
Dream and George were roommates, and after living together for a few years, the two became inseparable. They were rarely seen without the other, and when their best friend Sapnap came over as well, they were a trio.
George didn't need much help with daily tasks, but having Dream with him certainly was useful. He often felt like living with Dream was a burden to the latter. He often wondered what Dream's expressions were. Whether there were days where he would rather be elsewhere than with George.
But George couldn't see. He couldn't see the fondness and adoration in Dream's eyes when he was looking at George. He couldn't see the knowing look Sapnap gives when the three were in the same room. And he wouldn't see how Dream always makes sure George is okay before doing anything else.
George was like his Sun, Moon and all his stars. There was almost no limit to what Dream would do to make George's wish come true.
Maybe one day, he'll throw it all away for him. Maybe then, George will finally understand how much he meant to Dream.
"What is up, my bitches!" came a yell as Sapnap burst through the door, raising his hands dramatically.
Startled by the sudden noise, George had hit his shoulder against the headboard, Dream instantly putting his arm around his friend.
He glared at Sapnap who winced.
"Sapnap! How did you get here?" George questioned, sighing.
"I got spare keys duh," Sapnap pulled out the keys in question and began jingling them. "Dream, quit looking at me like that, I'm not gonna bite him"
George scoffed with a smile, reaching out and pushing Dream in the head playfully. Sapnap rolled his eyes at the antics, all too used to their ways.
"So what do you want Snapchat?" Dream got off the bed, narrowly avoiding the punch that Sapnap gave.
"Call me that, we're going to have issues. By the way, George, we're gonna be in the kitchen if you wanna join us," Sapnap told George, who nodded.
The two walked into the kitchen, leaving George in Dream's bedroom.
"So what's up. Why are you here?" Dream asked, opening the fridge and tossing Sapnap a canned drink, both sitting at the counter.
"There's a Comet dude. In 3 days. Heard it's really pog. It's called the Celestic. You wanna see it with me? The whole gang's going. Bad, Ant, Skeppy. Even Tommy's going,"
Dream raised his eyebrows at that. It sounded like fun, but he didn't want to leave George behind. He would never leave George behind.
"Before you say that you can't leave him, you can take him with you. It's at the field. You love that place Dream. It's your favorite. You haven't been there in ages,"
That, was true. The field outside of town where they lived. It was straight out of a fairy tale, flowers scattered all over the field, trees surrounding it. Dream used to visit the field everytime he could. It was like his childhood home.
Actually, it was his childhood home. Because his real one wasn't much of a home as it was a nightmare.
"Just think about it. You've made him your whole life. It's like you're just a side character in your own life. How do you know that he feels the same way, huh?" Sapnap continued.
"He's my best friend Sapnap, and I-I know he probably feels the same," Dream felt a lump rise to his throat.
What if George wasn't blind, would the two still be friends? Would George not like him, if he saw how he looked like?
"Yeah okay," Sapnap muttered, not sounding convinced.
A long uncomfortable silence passed. Dream stared at the ground, lost in his own thoughts. And as usual, they were about George.
"Hey Dream," Sapnap sounded uncertain this time. "Are you gay? Or bisexual? N-not like there's anything wrong. I'm just asking... do you see George as something more than a friend?"
Dream stared at him. He opened his mouth to speak, before closing it again. Did he see George as more than a friend?
"I'm just saying..." Sapnap trailed off. "You broke up with your girlfriend just cause she didn't really like how much time you spent with him. Fuck, you even refused to let her move in just so you can continue being roomies,"
"And you didn't seem disappointed or... anything. When she broke up with you. You just looked like relieved. And that's fine. But, I'm just saying. It's like you'll sacrifice your life for him,"
Another long silence, Dream looked at Sapnap. He would, definitely. He would do it with no hesitation, is that normal?
"Simp," Sapnap seemed eager to move on, laughing off the word.
Dream smiled, laughing as well. It felt fake, though. But that was normal. Fake laughs. Fake smiles. They didn't work on George, though. He would know if something was amiss.
Maybe Dream really was in love.
"Hey Patches," Sapnap's cooing voice caught Dream out of his thoughts.
The cat in question was currently following George out of Dream's bedroom. Patches seemed to like George almost as much as Dream did. Maybe slightly less.
"Don't speak like that. You sound disgusting," George laughed, walking up to the counter.
"Of course, you'll only accept that voice from Dream, won't you?" Sapnap said mockingly.
"Dream, punch him,"
"Woah, Dream, let's talk about this,"
The laughter of the 3 boys filled the house. Anyone outside would've assumed they're all the same. No one could've suspected that one had a disability, because when you're with your friends, somethings just don't matter. No matter how big or small they are.
-
Dream lay in bed, it was already late. George had turned in ages ago. Patches was asleep in George's room, the cat often alternating between beds to sleep in. Dream was texting Sapnap, talking about the Celestic.
sapnap: it's really cool dream, you wouldn't wanna miss it
there's also the whole urban legend behind the comet you know, that it's connected to the stars
Stars. Dream scoffed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the statement. Trust Sapnap to know such bullshit. But it wouldn't hurt to get more information, he couldn't sleep. Maybe Sapnap's useless information will help.
ok cool what stars
sapnap: you know, tom, harry, jeff
bruh they don't have fucking names
stars in general
they say that the comet is made from the stars
so... balls of gas?????
what
sapna: bro
you suck
i hate telling stories to you wtf
not my fault ur stories suck ass
Dream couldn't resist smiling slightly. As much as how much ludicrous Sapnap was talking, it was funny seeing him get worked up a little.
sapnap: you suck dream
anyway
they say the stars made it, so
it can grant wishes
oh cool lemme just wish upon a comet
sapnap: quit fucking dream
apparently it can grant wishes
but at a price
huh
sapnap: yeah. it's not technically a star
so it grants wishes. but like, apparently
if you do make a wish, somethings wld happen
you don't wish upon a star tho,
it's the comet that grants it
where do u get this shit
sapnap: it's not shit
so they die?
sapnap: idk dude
but something happens
cool huh?
i guess
im sleepy now
ok gn sapnap
sapnap: gn dream
love ya bud
jkjk
or am i
ihy <3
Dream sighed, putting the phone down and running his hand through his hair. He wasn't one who believed in such legends and tales, but the story Sapnap told did interest him to some extent.
A comet that grants wishes.
If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?
He wants to be able to see.
It's not real. It's not meant to happen, maybe George just wasn't meant to be able to see.
A small sound disturbed Dream, he sat up to see Patches jumping onto the bed, curling up beside him on the pillow. Dream ran his fingers through her fur, thinking.
What if the legends were true?
Unable to stop his growing curiosity, he picked up his phone again.
He opened Google and typed in the search bar; Celestial Comet rumors.
-
"Hey George?" Dream said quietly.
As usual, Dream was editing a video on his PC, George on his bed. They were talking, as they usually would. Strangely for roommates who live together, they don't ever get bored of each other.
At least that's what they both think.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to come with me to see a comet? It's at the field out of town. Remember that?"
"The flower field?" George laughed softly. "Yeah, I remember it. You love that place, why don't you go back? I'm fine alone, you know. I don't need to be babied or anything," George grumbled the final bit, truthfully exasperated with Dream's self sacrificial behavior.
Yes, George knew fully well that Dream could and would possibly take a bullet for him, and he hated it. He hated that Dream did so much for him and he couldn't pay him back.
Dream insisted it was okay, but what was he really thinking?
"Yeah I know. But I'll take you with me, hm? Do you wanna go?" Dream repeated the question. He didn't know why, but he really wanted George to come.
George, was confused. He didn't know why Dream was asking him, to come with him. He would accept of course, what else did he have to do? But it seemed off, Dream asking him to go with him for something he couldn't even see.
"Yeah I'lll come,"
"Cool, Sapnap's going. So is Bad. And Skeppy. And Ant,"
"Looks like we're going too,"
And he couldn't wait either.
-
"Where are we going?" laughed George, Dream holding his wrist and pulling him through the trees outside the perimeter of the town.
"My favourite place," Dream replied with a smile that George couldn't see.
The noises around them, replaced by the sound of tress and the smell of nature.
"Careful," Dream mumbled, earning a scoff from George.
It was twilight, the sky turning pinkish , the sun setting beneath the horizons. Leaving behind its rays to scatter the atmosphere of the Earth.
Dream and George emerged from the trees to a vast field, faded voices from people there to watch the comet too. Small stars, bright and twinkling, appeared in the sky. They seemed brighter than usual too.
"George! Dream! There you guys are!" a familiar voice called out.
Sapnap ran up to the two, grinning. "You made it, pog. The rest are here already, come on,"
He ran off back, into the small crowd of their friends. Dream followed, taking George's hand this time.
"This is my favorite place, ever. Do you like it?" Dream whispered to George.
"Why did you bring me here?" George couldn't help but ask. "I can't even see it,"
"You'll see this soon," Dream went up to talk to Bad, not giving George enough time to respond.
Which was a good thing, because George had no response to that.
Time went by, as the group of friends sat down. Dream was beside George, the latter still confused to why he was invited when his disability defeated the whole point of coming there.
The final colours of the sky began to get darker, the stars twinkling and glowing even brighter still. The moon appeared in the sky a bright orb in a dark sea. It was beautiful, but Dream was distracted by the person beside him.
Thats when he realised, how much he had fallen.
“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered to George.
“I guess. Wish I could see it though,” George laughed. It was all music to Dream’s ears. His laugh was everything, a sign of happiness for him.
“You want that?” Dream asked, his voice growing soft. “Then make a wish George. The... stars above will grant it,”
The field grew silent, as the comet began streaking through the sky. It’s colours dragging out behind it like a secluded rainbow.
“Promise me one thing, Dream,” George said. Dream looked at him, ready to accept the promise whole heartedly.
But the promise wasn’t what he expected.
“Promise me, you’ll bring me here again?” George asked, holding up his pinky finger. Dream was caught off guard. He looked at George, who had asked a promise that he couldn’t keep.
But George was looking at him, with those empty eyes. The eyes that would be able to see soon, Dream knew it.
“I promise,” Dream connected his finger with George’s.
A small silence passed as the comet continued its route, but something was changing. Dream looked at George, taking a deep breath. George was making his wish, Dream had to make his. Only one would work, because only one was wishing upon the comet.
The moon seemed to have became brighter, the stars brightening.
Dream was the moon, George was his sun. He got all his happiness from George, but George didn’t fully need him. The way the Sun didn’t need the moon. They see each other at twilight.
They would wait for twilight, for the chance at seeing each other.
And that’s what Dream would do. Wait. For a chance for George and him to finally meet.
But like the Moon and Sun, when one rises, another falls.
“I’ll miss you,” Dream said with a final smile.
The comet had ended its run, the sky seemed to have gone back to normal. The moon glowing softly.
George looked up at it. He realised, he could see it.
The moon looking down at him like a comforting soul, the moon was alone. Only having the Earth for company. George could see it.
He looked down, he could see the grass, the flower bed. The sky, the trees. And if he looked beside him, he would see...
Dream?
Where was he?
“Dream?” George said audibly. “Dream! It worked, the wish came true? But where are you?”
He saw Sapnap nearby, laughing with Karl Jacobs.
“Sapnap?” George questioned.
“Oh hey George. Pretty cool comet, huh?” Sapnap grinned his boyish smile. George smiled slightly at that, finally being able to see his friend.
“Yeah, I can see! Sapnap, I can see! But where’s Dream?”
Sapnap smile faltered, looking confused. Karl looked up at George, furrowing his brows too. They exchanged confused looks.
“Uh, George? What do you mean ‘you can see’? What are you, blind?’ Sapnap said with a stiff laugh.
“And what do you mean, Dream? Who’s Dream? Do you have a Dream?” Karl laughed.
George felt his breathing quickening, what was happening? What happened to Dream, where was he?
“Bad! You remember Dream right?” George ran up to the hooded boy who stared at him in confusion.
“Uh no. Doesnt really ring a bell. Is he a friend of yours?”
What had Dream said? Wish upon a star, it might come true.
Well it did. But not quite.
Dream. Where was he?
A star had fallen.
-
George had memorized routes to his house, where he walked with Sapnap back, trying to remind him of Dream, but to no avail.
Sapnap just, didn’t know.
He entered his house, surprised to see that Dream’s belongings just weren’t there. His shoes weren’t at the shoe rack, his magazines weren’t on the table. And all of the stuff George bought to help with his disability were all gone.
There was nothing to show Dream ever existed.
He walked into Dream’s bedroom, to see that it was now an office. Where Dream’s PC once was, was now another PC.
Sapnap followed George in, confused by the latter’s actions.
“Stuff seems normal. Aw. Hey Patches,” he cooed.
George spun around at that moment, catching Dream’s cats name. He looked down at Patches, who stared up at him as though she knew something.
“That’s Dream’s cat,” George said to Sapnap, who had just picked up Patches.
“What? No. It’s your cat,” Sapnap bounced Patches lightly.
“This isn’t right. What did the comet do?”
“You know George, maybe you’re just tired. We’ve been filming videos non-stop for the past week. So stop editing, and tomorrow let’s relax or something,” Sapnap placed Patches down and put an arm around George.
Videos? That was Dream’s thing. Dream had told George his whole plan on blowing up on Youtube. George didn’t really understand, but it made Dream happy.
“Okay, I’m leaving now. See ya George,” Sapnap said, grinning again.
He walked out, as though it was his own house. Maybe somethings never change. But George didn’t know why Dream did.
He looked down at Patches, picking up the cat and stroking her.
His whole life felt different. He had memories, but they all felt like they belonged to a different person. He remembered playing Minecraft with Sapnap and Bad. He remembered meeting up with Wilbur. He remembered seeing them.
But not Dream.
He doesn’t know how Dream looks like.
After all this time.
“Do you remember Dream, Patches?” George held the cat up so they were looking eye to eye. The cat gave a mewl, but not much of an answer.
George groaned. Maybe Sapnap was right. Maybe he just needed sleep. Maybe it was all a dream.
But what was the dream, time he spent with Dream while being blind, or the life where he could see but without Dream?
He lay in bed, sighing to himself. Sleep came quick, but Patches didn’t come in.
-
He awoke in a field. A familiar one.
The field from earlier, where he watched the comet.
He stood alone, the sky was twilight, pink. The same colour it was when George had arrived at the field. The flowers around moved gently in the light breeze, trees swaying.
There was one lone tree in the middle of the field, lilacs surrounding them. George’s favourite. He approached it, each step feeling slightly heavier than the last.
That’s when he saw him.
Standing there, beside the tree. He was leaning against it, looking at George. At least, George thinks he was.
The mask covering his face was hard to tell. The white, mask with a smile face drawn on it. He wore a green hoodie, wasn’t that Dream’s favourite colour?
It covered his hair, but the mask.
It covered his face.
Take off the mask Dream, let me see you.
George couldn’t get the words out. He knew it was Dream. It had to be. But why, why was he here? In this field?
“Dream?” he called out, his voice echoing around the field. “What did you do?”
He walked up to Dream, again, feeling like gravity was just getting stronger. Pulling him down, away from the one person who meant the world to him.
“George,” Dream spoke, his voice as clear as day. It brought George back, a feeling of nostalgia. Had he lost Dream for good? “It’s not your fault. That comet. A wish was made,”
Dream walked up to him.
“Yeah, but... I didn’t mean for this to happen. This wasn’t even my wish,” George whispered, but even so, Dream heard him clearly.
“Then what was your wish? You wanted to be able to see, right?” Dream stopped in front of him.
“No...”
George looked up at Dream. The taller man froze. Like he made a horrible mistake.
He had.
He told George to wish on the stars. While he, Dream, made the wish. He wished for George to be able to see.
George wished to see him.
“I just wanted to see you,”