"What's wrong? You haven't been sleeping or eating that much, I thought you two talked a while ago and fixed things?"
"The phone calls weren't the same anymore before I came. I could hear it in his voice. The way he spoke and still speaks to me, it...
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i don't know if this chapter is good
George doesn't know how managed to do it. He doesn't know how he ended up here, after many days of barely speaking, he doesn't know how he's here with his phone on his pillow.
They talked for a couple of hours, then both started to get tired. George had checked the time and realized it was time for him to sleep. Then, Dream had yawned and George realized that they still somehow were synced. It made his cheeks burn and tint red, and his heart swelled 10 times its size.
George had gained the courage and asked, his voice laced with honey and silk, "Sleep call?" Dream sucked in a breath, ran his now-healed hand through his blond hair and nodded though he wasn't able to be seen. "Yeah" he whispered, breathlessly. George's heart grew even more and he tugged his bottom lip under his teeth as he walked into his bedroom. He was already in sweatpants and a shirt, so he just climbed right into his fluffy made bed.
Dream had did the exact same, but in his own bed. George sighed softly as he placed his phone on his pillow, which is where they are now. George glances at his phone screen, that lights up the dark room and showcases "Dream<3" in white letters at the top of the screen. George wonders what his is in Dream's phone.
He places his hand out in front of him on his bed, him being on his side. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then he begins to imagine Dream in front him. His hand running from his bicep to his chest as he squeezes and feels, reeling in Dream's touch. He wonders if Dream would kiss him—would they even be at that stage by the time they meet? Would Dream kiss him at the airport, surrounded by all the moving bodies and loud noises? Or would they be like they are now, close yet so, so far away?
"I can't wait to meet you" George admits, his voice soft snd delicate. Dream doesn't respond, which makes George think he's already fallen asleep. He frowns gently, but then decides that Dream needs sleep, he's always staying up late. George takes a deep breath as he listens intently, trying to pick up the soft breathing coming through the phone.
He thinks for a moment, digging through all of his thoughts that are just Dream, Dream, Dream. He settles on one and lets out a shaky breath as he opens up to sleeping Dream.
"I'm giving you time, I'm giving you space. I'm giving you everything you need so you can come back to me and be okay, and so we can be okay. Yet through the silence and separation that exists much more than it did before, I find myself not letting go. Or rather I find myself reeling and falling further in." George pauses, checking to see if Dream responds. He chews on his bottom lip as he waits a few seconds, determining the silence is a confirmation that Dream's asleep. Thus, he continues.
"The separation isn't me being in the UK and you being in Florida, it's us not streaming as much as we used to and not even talking daily like before everything happened. However, though all of this has happened and were separated, my mind never leaves you for a second. I sit and think about what you're doing, I listen intently to what you have to say, and I focus on everything I hear about you. I imagine things, to the best that I can, touches and lingering glances, words that will be shared. Everything revolves around you in my mind, and it's starting to make me fall further. It's starting to make me fall in love with you" George finishes, squeezing his eyes tightly and clenching his sheets tight into a fist. George feels like crying, just like he did on their call from days and days ago, but he doesn't.
He hears a shaky breath he let out, vibrating and causing the speaker to crackle. George's eyes widen as he realizes Dream pretended to be asleep, all so he could listen to what George wanted to admit. George blinks, gets the urge to end the call then and there out of spite and fear, but he doesn't. "Dream?" George questions, but all he receives as an answer is a gentle warm hum. He knows Dream listened and heard every word, but why would he act happy and carefree?
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