I’m scared that..I might like you more than you like me. I-..I like you so much that I want to die!

Dream shouted, tears welling up in his eyes. He’d finally confessed, your childhood friend. He hated how he felt weak, guilty, for liking you do much. It was selfish, and Dream knew it. Whatever you said, he knew the same outcome would happen. He just couldn’t take it anymore. His depression was getting too bad, and he felt as if he only had one choice left.

Please, say something. Anything..