it sounds like 'i shouldn't've left'

When his eyes finally meet those of the man on the doorstep, Dream lets out a small sigh. It could be relief. It could be regret. He can’t tell.

“George.” Dream breathes and sinks his teeth into the inside of his cheek in recollection of what else he’d said the last time he had uttered that name on a doorstep.

“Hello, Clay.” George looks back at him with deep brown eyes and a smile sweet like honey.

A fourteen year old boy runs back to Dream and he feels as though he ages seven years in twenty seconds. His love is now in front of him.

And he’s never letting George go back to England.

Dream lost a part of himself when George went to London.Seven years later, he comes back.