▍ 𝐄𝐑𝐑Ø𝐑 !
↳ ❪ 𝖺 𝖽𝗌𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 . . . ❫
❛ OH DARLING LOOK HOW DIRTY
YOU'VE MADE ME BECOME ❜ 🍷 ָ࣪ ۰ 🍒 ›
imagine being in a society in which sanity
no longer exists in this world.
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━━━━ COULD IT REALLY BE?
You couldn't believe your eyes as you stared at the man, comprehensively. The Unknown which you have been searching for what felt like your whole life had finally been found.
"Maybe stop looking at me like that... it's starting to get uncomfortable." He emitted which made you feel rather embarrassed and look away.
"Right, it's just that, I've been looking for you for the longest time now, it's almost hard to process that I've finally found you..." You told him and he chuckled in response.
"I'm flattered. Sorry for making everything such a hassle for you." He said,
"Though since you're here, you mind answering me why you don't visit me yourself instead?" You asked him with an eyebrow raised,
"I can't establish my trust in you yet. If the same mistake happens again then I wouldn't know what to do. It might as well become the end of the world for me." He explained as he placed his hand under his chin in thought, "Besides, you were the one who wanted to initiate it. If you want something, it would be right for you to get it yourself." He explained.
"Right, now regarding your friend... it seems that he was mildly sick." He said while pointing at the door behind his back, indicating that George was currently in that room.
"What?! How?!"
"I'm not sure... He was already in a weak state as soon as the two of you came here." He continues to elucidate.
Heavily worried and concern, you hastily stood up from your bed and pushed him aside to rush towards the door in which led you to the room where George lied on a bed, debilitated and enervated.
His skin was pale and his eyes were shut closed. His goggles were nowhere to be found around him and he was breathing softly yet shortly as well.
You guessed that the gas that was released during both your arrivals here had caused his troubled breathing and your eyes softened at the sight of his lassitude state, feeling at fault for it.
You slowly walked up to him, kneeling down by the side of his bed as you held his hand and you pressed your forehead against it.
"George..." You muttered his name, dwelling in guilt and regret to have caused him to be in such a fragile state.
"Bitch, I'm not dead. I'm just a bit sick." You heard him say to which you felt his fingers intertwined with yours for a second before he released them as if nothing had happened and turned to the side of the bed, letting his back face you instead.
You couldn't tell whether he was trying to hide his flustered expression or trying to find a more comfortable position to lie on but you could see his ears turning slightly pink.
