~Dreamnotfound Oneshots~

Close The Distance

the plot is pretty basic lmao, but I was trying to focus more on improving my imagery and stuff :]

I was planning to post this in January (because the 30th was when I posted my first oneshot lol) but anyway, happy one year anniversary! I can't belive I've been writing for this long and I feel like I've improved a lot, so yea :]

anyway, enjoy

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The ocean is big, a wall of water and undiscovered species making a distance between billions of people. And it was fine that way, fine when an ocean stood between him and his fears, a screen and staticy earbuds connecting him to the other side with gentle hands that didn't let him stray too far.

With every thought he had, his mind would mull it our, feeling it out and morphing it into more and more. Whether it be worse, or better, usually worse, the though was overthrought till it was deemed worthy to keep, or useless and thrown out.

George had always been that way with emotions, harboring them inside and picking them apart till he could either keep it, or throw it away. Even if it was kept, it was kept inside, away from prying eyes and expectations.

Growing up as the youngest, feeling were worn on his sleeve till he realized it was too vulnerable that way, too out and open when he could shield it away for himself to take care of. Internet friends feuled that, having an outlet to portray himself as strong.

But then he met Dream. And then Sapnap, both of them breaking down his walls and peering into brown eyes with soft looks and kinder hands. An ocean separated them then, stood between his fear and his friends.

And as he learned Dream, learned his stupid little quirks like how he always had a fidget spinner at his desk, or how he picked at his nails when he was anxious, or like how he had an oversized hoodie he wore when he was overwhelmed. All of the little things that peiced the man together just brought George's feelings to the surface, pushing them up and over, almost spilling across the thing that separated them.

But he wouldn't let that happen.

Wouldn't let what scared him most leave him when he still had control over it. But Dream was so sweet and patient, letting him slowly hack away at the thing that separated them, untill there was really only one thing George ever hid from him.

And, as George packed boxes and suit cases and travel sized bags for a flight across his saving grace, his anxious thoughts spilled across the floor before him.

What if Dream finds out? What is Sapnap finds out and tells Dream?

Surely he'd be sent back across the ocean, hands holding a shattered heart that didn't stand a chance against the man that had been the object of his affection -if only in his mind- for the past who knows how long.

He wouldn't say anything, wouldn't give up what he has, as he boards the plane and settles into an uncomfortable seat for 12 hours, looking out of a window for half of it.

George's general anxiety is beat out by his excitement, nerves alight with the knowledge that he'll be meeting Dream and Sapnap in person, hug them in person and talk to them without the static interfering their voices.

The flight is long, but he had already waited five years, a couple more hours won't hurt.

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He's lying, it hurt. His legs are sore and tired, eye bags forming from the half-assed sleep he got on the flight, neck messed up from the way he leaned against his seat during the worst naps he's ever taken.