Tuesday, December 14th
I lay in bed for hours, the same thoughts from before occupying me from falling asleep.
Was he drunk?
Does he regret it?
Did he mean to?
I continue thinking everything over in my mind, eventually settling on one single question, unrelated from the others:
How did George get there?
Just the pure thought of George makes my heart bloom with warmth.
The way his cheekbones lift when he smiles, how his eyes squint, the way his teeth perfectly compliment his bright red lips and cheeks.
God, he's pretty.
I suddenly become aware of how hot my room is, and turn over in bed to face my door.
An idea suddenly comes to mind, and I get out of bed before I even process it fully.
I quietly open my door and walk until I reach the stairs. My hand touches the dark brown handrail and balances me as I descend to the living room.
Slowly, I walk over to my backdoor and open it to the patio.
The cold air reaches my entire body in an instant, and I take a deep breath.
The corners of my lips turn up as I walk off the patio and onto the cold grass.
The sky is clear, no sign of rain anywhere.
Light traces of snow cover the edges of the garden, most of it having cleared by now.
I decide to lay down on the grass.
I look up, and watch the stars above in the dark sky.
Suddenly, the sound of tap water running diverts my attention.
I quickly sit up and look behind me to find George filling a glass with water.
His head turns to the right and we make eye contact.
He smiles and starts walking over to the backdoor.
"Hey," he says, his tone light and soft against the cold breeze. He leans against the doorframe.
"Hey," I respond, a soft smile now crossing my face.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Couldn't sleep," I say simply. I pat the ground next to me to signal for him to sit and look back up at him.
He smiles while shaking his head and walks over without hesitation, glass still in hand.
He sits down next to me and looks at the grass.
"Why are you up so late?" I ask, grinning.
He holds up his glass for me to see.
"I was thirsty."
I lay back down on the grass and stare up at the sky, again.
The air is starting to feel warm, my body getting used to the temperature.
George watches me closely.
We sit in silence for a few more seconds, before he balances his glass on the grass in-between us and runs a soft finger over my right arm.
My jaw tightens.
He carefully turns my arm to analyse it, and I refuse to look at his expression.
His voice is quiet.
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mixed feelings // dreamnotfound
Fanfiction⊰⊰Trigger Warnings: Self-harm, suicide mention, drugs/alcohol intake, abuse, sexual assault mention ⊰⊰Dream has been living with his roommate Sapnap for the past few months; having spent years trying to distance himself from his parents. Whilst goin...
