They were sitting by each other on the edge of the tower now, hands so close together they were almost touching. Something about the situation felt so intimate, but George knew he was overreading the moment. He knew it was just wishful thinking.
Dream clenched his fist, knuckled scraping against the rough stone ground. "Dream… Are you ok?" George whispered, shooting a purposely reproachful look at him. "Damn it, Gogy. Why do you have to do this to me? Don't make me feel worse about this."
"Wh- What do you mean, Dream?" In a fit of guilt-induced rage, Dream slammed his fist hard onto the ground and gritted his teeth. When he raised his hand, George noticed it was slightly scraped and bleeding, but Dream hid it quickly in his hoodie pocket.
"George… Gogy I'm engaged. To Fundy. We're getting married soon." A bead of sweat slid down Dream's cheek. Both of them knew the weight of what he had said. George was shaking. He inhaled quickly, his breath quaking fiercely in a sickly fashion as he did. "DREAM! Dream,"
George grabbed Dream by the collar of his lime green hoodie and stood up, pulling his partner up with him. "Damn it, Dream! I loved you! I still do! I love you so much, and you never cared enough to notice it." Without hesitation George pushed his lips onto Dream's, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as if this kiss was the last thing that could keep him alive.
Dream walked backward, away from the ledge, trying to slip away from George's lips, but he followed, mouth slightly parted against Dream's. They continued this obscure waltz-like kiss until Dream was pressed against the side of the stairway entrance building, stuck between George's kiss and a concrete wall.
Dream thought the situation over in his head. He had two options. He could give in and kiss George back, or pull out his sword and defend himself. In the back of his mind, he knew which one he wanted. Just one kiss. Just one kiss and then I'll forget about George. He and I will both be satisfied.
Dream put his hands around George's waist and kissed back, pushing his tongue into his mouth. George jumped slightly in shock, but brought his hands up and ran them through Dream's chestnut brown hair with a stark red blush on his cheeks. They made out for a few minutes, and it felt like the world was perfect, that time itself was stopped.
Then George moved his hands down Dream's body and started to unbutton his pants. He had to draw the line.
Dream pushed George away, sending him stumbling backward, shocked. Dream re-adjusted his pants, spitting, "George, you can't just do that! I'm engaged! And not to you!"
"Yes, I realize that, thank you!" George screamed, hot tears running quickly down his cheeks, touching all the places where Dream had kissed him.