- 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 // 𝐃𝐧𝐟 -

five

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
-𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎
-𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
-𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔/𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜
-𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢

-𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕-

Recommended song for this chapter:

"Till Forever Falls Apart' by Ashe & FINNEAS

"Would you... Still want to visit home?"

George reluctantly asked from across the room, scrolling on his phone. His galactic brown eyes pierced into my corneas, making that deep eye contact. But I wasn't only looking at his eyes;

I scanned every nook and cranny of his facial features; the way his eyelashes softly swept through the open air whenever he blinked, the way he shoves his chestnut colored hair to the side whenever it covered his eyes, the way-

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry, I zoned out and I-"

He walks over to me and puts a finger on my lip.

"It's okay." He quietly confirmed with a sigh.

We were only a couple few centimetres apart, and both blushing furiously. Those few seconds of heat felt like a fever dream; If only it lasted longer. He moves back out to his chair in the living room, very badly attempting to hide the redness formed in his cheeks.

I look down to avoid anymore possible eye contact. I can't see it, but I can surely tell that I'm still flustered. So flustered that I can't even think properly anymore. Squealing silently, I cover my face with both of my hands, trying to hide everything.

I don't want to leave to conversation unfinished, so I muster up the courage to make an answer.

"I-I guess we can take a small visit to my home" I blurt out embarrassed.

Did I even have a home to come back to? Even my friends are either hurt, or dead; It doesn't even feel like home anymore. In fact, nothing felt real at all. It all took a toll over the past week, and I don't know how to react. It's left me feeling all sorts of emotions; All sorts of trauma, things I didn't expect to see, but having to be alive seeing it in this hellish timeline.

I didn't even get an answer from George, just a small nod. I know what he's doing, stuffing the phone screen in his face pretending to be occupied, but in reality I know he's feeling just as awkward as I am in this moment.

As of now, my sleep schedule has slightly improved. I'm surprised that it has, normally it's been horrible. Every person I knew would have probably called me an insomniac.

I peek at my phone, charging in the near corner. I pick it up, instantly switching it on to check the time. It's 30 minutes past midnight, a definite reminder that it would be good to sleep, not letting myself going too overboard and end up turning in for the night at around 6am.

"Hey, I'm going to bed." I say as I walk up the stairs, entering the bedroom.

"Night" I managed to hear his greeting loud enough from the level below; I smile to myself and close the door. Patches cheerily walks up and meows at me. I pet her warm fluffy head and tuck myself in bed, now lying in pitch black.

It takes a few minutes for my eyelids to slowly droop over, ready to enter the world of the asleep when the time was right.

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