George's lungs//dnf

Our freedom

Trigger warning⚠️
Suicide (glorified)
Character death
Mention of drugs, abuse, panic attacks

Tonight was better.

Dream and George lay under the starts, under blankets and cuddled close, in a completely secluded area, somewhere in Seattle, with a beautiful view of the sunset off of the cliff.

After a bumpy few days the boys felt settled again.

Comfortable.

They knew they were completely alone and for that they were thankful.

After a long while of silence George speaks up.

"Dream, would you be mad at me if I said I still wanted to make music." There was a silence which mad George regret the words as soon as they fell off his tongue but the silence was interrupted as dream dream put his face closer to George's, cause his head to skip a beat.

"George, I would love for you to write more music."

George places his head on dreams chest.

He hopes one day George will be able to show dream all the songs he has written for him in secret. George had written so many songs about dream that he felt were to personal to share, he felt to embarrassed to show them to dream but now ever fiber of his being regrets not playing dream every single one of his songs to show him how much he loved him.

"Can I tell you something George?"

"You can tell me anything." George responds, lifting his head slightly to look at dream.

"I have never told you how talented you are."

George scoffs, he hates compliments, he never got used to receiving them. He never had to.

"I'm serious, you are so so talented and I act like it's no big deal, you make the most beautiful songs and you have this perfect personality, you have never wronged me George, I don't know what I could have ever done to deserve you. On top of all the you are possible the prettiest human I have ever lay my eyes on."

George's cheeks go red and moves his face away slightly and pulls his arms out of the blanket to cover  his rosey face with his cold hands. He peaks through his fingers and sees dream giggling at him.

Dream moves George's fingers away and places his warm hands in George's cold face, warming him up from the inside out. George smiles at him.

In the field where they lay under the stars, at some point during staring into each others eyes they had got lost in there. The feeling was hypnotising. Dream pulled George's face closer and placed his lips on George's. It wasn't rough or pushy, but gentle and loving. They boys got lost in the intoxicating feeling and continued to kiss under the stars for at least ten minutes before they both gently pulled away and exchanged a smile full of genuine happiness.

In the sense of comfort, love and happiness the boys provided for each other, they were able to sleep the rest of the night away, cuddled into each other and even dreaming of a happy future.

George woke up just before sunrise to a body towering over him.

"George!"

George falls back and rubs his tired eyes in complete disbelief.

"Sapnap?" George almost yells, trying not to wake dream.

Sapnap just looks at George and has a smile plastered on his goofy face, unaware of all of the problems he has just caused.

"We are so glad we found you!" Sapnap says and Karl appears from behind him with a similar, happy smile.

"Oh my god." George puts his hands in his head. He is regretful over the fact he can't be happier to greet them. The smile on their faces seem to drop at seeing the distress on George's face.