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we are nearing the end of this book now with probably only one or two chapters yet but i want to thank everyone who has read this and actually enjoyed it
when this book is over i will most probably write another one with a lot more angst so if anyone has any ideas or wants to follow me for updates that would be very cool :)
it had been several months since the accident and george had been staying with dream ever since, sharing a bed in dream's small second flat which lay on the outskirts of alabama.
they had quickly developed their friendship back up again, striking a relationship almost as fierce as their last one and creating new and exciting memories for them to reminisce on.
dream never quite recovered fully and he lost the majority of his memories of george to the accident, much to his dismay.
however some he pulled through the fog, tugging on their threads until tapestries of their moments were to sewn together by his skillful brain.
but there were some things he'd rather forget and as those painful memories began to resurface he slowly began to push them to the back of his mind. one by one they went out the little window in his brain and back into the unknown.
and that was all except one.
one small.
parasitic.
memory.
whatever he did he couldn't forget it and however hard he tried to banish it from the realms of his mind it always came crawling back. small and pathetic. and so, with a sigh and a grit of his teeth dream finally sat down and accepted the fact that he was stuck with it. however painful it was.
george and dream both lay on their backs with dream in his kingsized bed and george on his sofa, their phones pressed to their ears listening intently as each others voices wafted through their phone speakers, lighting up their faces and fighting the growing darkness in their rooms.
they were teenagers, a little older than sixteen and barely friends, even though they'd known each other for two years prior.
george had fallen asleep on the call, his small snores echoing through the phone and around the small room that dream's parents often referred to as a cave. he didn't blame them, it was a mess.
it was late now and dream was groggy, his brain trying to operate through the thick layer of fog that clouded his mind, clogging up his head.
he wasn't thinking clearly as he opened his mouth and whispered down the phone to the sleeping george, who lay on his sofa, thousands of miles away.
'you're cute gogy.'
dream felt his heart leap into his throat as he heard the sound of george's clothes rustling through the speaker as he apparently repositioned himself in his sleep, mumbling gently to himself.
'you're cute too.'
if you were to have asked george in the morning, he would have never remembered those meaningless words that left his lips that night. hell, he wouldn't have even remembered that he fell asleep on call with dream. but to the boy with blonde hair who had never been loved before, those words meant the world.
until george got a girlfriend two weeks later.
dream was perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, a bowl of cheerios in his hands as he scooped the cereal into his mouth. he was watching george from across the kitchen as the smaller man hurriedly ran around the kitchen, preparing sandwiches and stirring a massive pot of strawberry jam.
