Fundy felt a tear roll down his cheek as he read the note. He read it over and over- trying to process the words. Flashes of warmth from his memories were ripped away from him as the letter sunk into him.
He sucked in a breathe, crumping the letter as he shoved it into his jacket. He bit his lip as he grabbed his hat, putting it on as he left into the night.
It was only minutes before a knock was heard far away. Fundy couldnât exactly see what he was knocking on properly from the tears in his eyes. He didnât need to though, heâs been to this place enough to know each stone placed on it. At least, he thought he did.
A man opened the door, his green eyes looking down at the ginger in front of him.
â- what..What is this?!â Fundy said, his voice raised, but not yelling as he shoved the note at Dream.
Dream stumbled back, confused. He looked at Fundy, concern in his eyes. He reached out to his fiancĂŠ, who only moved back.
âStop-â Fundy said, before instinctively stopping what he said. His ears pressed down as he looked away. âJust..read it Dream-â he mumbled, his focus less aggressive than before.
Dream frowned, biting his lip slightly. Still, he opened the crinkled letter.
His heart skipped a beat.
Fundy looked up at him, his ears only flattening more. He knew that expressions of his fiancĂŠ, memorized the good and bad ones..
Dream looked back up at Fundy, an overwhelm sense of dread, regret, and panic suffocating him.
âFundy- I can explain this,â He said quickly, clenching the paper. His voice was clearly panicked, as if he was lying.
âOh, you can?! You can explain why you were sending love letter to someone else?â Fundy snarled, his sadness quickly turning into anger.
âIt wasnât- George and I just joke around! You know that!â Dream said, looking away from Fundy. He tried looking for some sort of escape- anything. He felt helpless.
âOh, right!~ Because that letter was a joke?â Fundy said sarcastically. âWhat else is a joke to you dream? The ring? Our engagement? My love?!â He asked, his voice cracking as his pain mixed with the rage in his voice.
Dream instinctively moved his ring finger. âNo..no. Fundy I do truly love you!â He said. He did mean it, he really did. His hand moved to grab Fundy once more
Fundy backed up once more, taking a shakey breathe.
âThen why would you do this to me?â