behind closed doors.

George had fucked up and he knew that. He knew that there really was no way of saving his relationship.

Though, he loved her too much to give up that easily. He wouldn't stop trying to make it up to her until she told him to stop.

"So what do I do? I can't just sit here waiting for her to call," George held his phone to his ear, pacing around his forlorn kitchen as he resorted to Dream for help.

Cat sat atop the kitchen counter, his dark eyes swayed back and forth, following George's free hand which dragged along the marble counter.

"She needs time and space, George," Dream sighed, feeling as thought he had told George those exact words earlier on in their phone call, "Don't rush into it,"

He wasn't listening to the advice Dream was giving him, all he wanted was Angel back.

George's frustration echoed through his house when he slammed his hands down on the counter, startling Cat in the process, "You want me to just sit here? Just sit here while the girl I love hates me?!"

The only person George blamed was himself, he had messed up again. Which meant, only he could fix the mistake he had made.

"She doesn't hate you, George," he corrected, sinking down into his own couch with Patches lurking around his ankles.

The certainty in Dream's tone was clear enough for George to hear, "Have you spoken to her? Did she tell you that?"

He was desperate for some sort of insight into how Angel was doing, if she was doing better, perhaps he could see her. It made sense to George, at least.

"Yeah, she called me," Dream nodded, smiling softly at Patches who pawed at his hoodie, chewing on the plastic ends of the strings.

George's full attention was turned back to the phone call, zoning out any of the noises Cat and Dog made as they wandered around the house.

"What did she say? Is she okay? Should I go to her house?" he spoke quickly, leaving Dream to try and decipher the string of words George had spat.

George began to pace again, growing impatient with the duration it took Dream to reply, "Chill! She's fine,"

He almost smiled at Dream's words, though his answer was vague. It wasn't enough to know if Angel wanted to see him.

She didn't.

"What else?"

"She was just confused on what to do," he shrugged, remembering the tearful phone call they had the previous day, "She asked a lot about you and Anastasia,"

He wouldn't tell George that Angel was a mess, he would be overwhelmed with guilt. There's no telling what he would do.

George grew infuriated by the nerves running through his body, he was sick of waiting, sick of not knowing how Angel was. Perhaps it would've been better for him to know the harsh truth.

He left his phone on the kitchen counter, hooking his index finger into the back of his trainers to pick them up from the front door.

He would go to Angel's house, regardless if she wanted to see him or not. He needed to see her.

"George I can hear you putting on your shoes," Dream sighed, raising his voice so that George could hear him from the kitchen counter, "Don't go to her house,"

There was nothing Dream could do to stop him once George ended the phone call, there was no point even trying. Nothing could get in-between George and his love for Angel.

Despite the heavy snow cascading down upon him, George ran throughout the streets of London without reinforcements of a coat, gloves or a scarf.

The sting of the bitter wind was nowhere near as painful as the heartache in his chest.

George drummed his red knuckles against Angel's front door delicately, hoping she wouldn't recognise the rhythmic knock he tended to do.

To his surprise, the door swung open to reveal a distressed Angel, her makeup poorly wiped away and soft eye-bags hung below her sparkling eyes.

Despite the pain she felt, the sparkle in her eyes never faltered.

With a sharp gasp from both of them, Angel slammed the door shut again, "I deserved that," he groaned, resting his forehead against her front door, "Angel, please can we talk?

"I don't want to talk, George," it was strange hearing her voice again, feeling sugary serotonin flood his nervous system.

He was too distracted by the sound of her voice to absorb her words, jerking back into reality once the words sunk in.

"But we need to," he stepped back from the door in hopes she would open it, keeping the palm of his hand resting flat against the wood, "I'm not going to lose you because of her,"

Angel didn't want to lose what she and George had either, which is why she tried to distance herself from him. She knew that if she didn't have time to think, she'd ruin what they had.

But it wasn't that easy for her to communicate that across to George.

"Say her name, George," she spoke sharply, hoping that he would take her tone as a sign to leave, "You had no problem calling me her name the other day, what's so different now?"

Her words stung like hot sugar, but that was the point. She needed him to leave before their relationship was too broken to fixed.

"I didn't m-,"

Angel paced around her door mat, running shaky hands through unbrushed hair as she interrupted George before he told another lie.

"Let me guess, you didn't mean to call me your dead girlfriend's name?" Angel felt a sting of pain from her own words, feeling sympathetic for the boy sat outside her door, "George I can't-,"

She wanted to go out there and just hold him, tell him that she still loved him, regardless of how much pain was hung in her heart.

George warned in a quiet tone, "Don't,"

"I can't be second best,"

Communication was hard when emotions were high.

They were both on the same chapter, just different pages.

Angel was the most important thing in George's life, far from being second best. But Anastasia was stood in the way of them both.

"You aren't second best," George sighed shakily, his back sliding down the wall until his hands touched the carpet of the rough corridor, "You're the only one. It's always been you,"

He didn't say her name.

"Are you saying that to me or Anastasia?" there was a deafening silence in the corridor, one that stung, "God! you're still fucking in love with her! You're still lying to me, George,"

Muffled sobs could be heard through the thin walls, paired alongside soft meows from Winnie who pushed her paws underneath the front door.

"It's difficult, Angel," he whispered, hearing Angel sit with her back against the front door, running her hands through Winnie's fur.

His tone was enough to shatter Angel's heart even more. She didn't want to hurt him either, but she needed to heal too.

"I know that, George. And I've tried really fucking hard to accept that all I'll ever be to you is second best,"

"Angel-,"

"Just go home, George," Angel pushed her back off of the door with reluctancy, scooping Winnie into her arms, "Please,"

Gentle footsteps trailed off in Angel's apartment as she shut herself in her bedroom, as far as she could from him.

"I can't stand you being mad at me. What can I do?" George begged, letting his head fall back against the wall when he earned no response from Angel.

She had gone but George hadn't.

He was too tired to move, too heartbroken to be far away from her. His eyes were heavy and he didn't have the strength to pry them apart for much longer.

They both stood at the alter, Angel dressed head to toe in a gorgeous sugar white gown, her eyes looking up at George with love.

Their family and friends sat in neat rows of black and white suits and gowns to celebrate Angel and George's love.

"I do," George smiled gently at Angel as he whispered the two words that sealed their love to one another, "Forever, and always,"

She squeezed his hand weakly, liquorice lips curling into a sugary sweet smile. They had waited for this day for years.

"Anastasia, do you take George to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest spoke, his eyes dragging slowly from her to him as he awaited George's response.

"I do," George hummed, his smile dropping almost instantly.

Anastasia stood in front of Angel in the same wedding gown, the exact same smile plastered on her lips.

"No," his breath caught in his throat, stumbling backwards with a simultaneous gasp from the crowd, "No- you're not meant to be here!"

He stumbled down a step, regaining his balance quickly. Anastasia was ruining the most important day of George's life.

"What do you mean, George?" Anastasia spoke innocently, too innocent for a ghost, "Do you love her more than me? George, you can't love her more than me,"

George's eyes flickered between the two girls dressed in white, their features slowly merging together. They looked almost identical.

"It's okay, George. You can love her more than me," Angel reassured, still maintaining the sparkle in her eyes and the bittersweet smile on her lips, "After all, she was unforgettable,"

He loved them both equally, which was the hardest part. He loved a dead girl the same amount he loved his breathing girlfriend.

A dagger was placed into his hand, plunging it deep into Anastasia's chest. He had no control over his own body, watching himself from an outsiders point of view.

But Anastasia didn't bleed, she didn't drop to the floor, she stood there unharmed. Her dress still a pure white.

Crimson red sugar poured down the front of Angel's gown, staining her dress a deep red. Her knees slowly giving in, letting her collapse onto the ground within a pool of blood.

She still smiled at him, reassuring him that he was perfect, that she loved him endlessly. Despite him being the one behind the knife.

"We can be together forever now, George," Anastasia pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving a cherry lipstick stain in it's place, "Aren't you happy now?"

As George glanced back to the chairs, they were all empty. All the people he loved most laid with a dagger wound in their chests.

Anastasia stood between George and everybody he loved. Until she was gone, he'd keep hurting people.

But George didn't know how to get rid of her.

George's eyes shot open, gasping as he glanced around the corridor.

It was all a dream.

The sharp sounds of locks turning was clear in George's ear, enough to wrench him upright. Angel peered around the side of her door with gentle eyes.

"I'm sorry,"

Lmk if this was too Random!! LMAO IDK i had a dream similar to his dream so incorporated it!!