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francis forever - georgenotfound

based on francis forever by mitski :))
i got a bit out of hand towards the end sorry!! :|

you were lost without george. your life was centered around him for so long, you were unable to live without him, unable to breathe fresh air. everything felt exhausting and nothing was the same.

you'd always lay your head on his shoulder, whether he was in the middle of a stream, you were cuddling, or he was in line at a shop. what were you supposed to do now?

you couldn't even sleep properly for goodness sake. being woken up with night terrors every night in a row since, well, the night that he died.

george was hit by a drunk driver whilst trying to help a kid who had fallen over while crossing the road.

as you had gotten the phone call, you could hear his voice calling out for you. you got there as fast as you could, racing towards him, you whispered your " i love you's. "

you didn't want to leave him but you were starving, you convinced yourself that a quick trip to the vending machine wouldn't hurt. my gosh did you regret that. by the time you had gotten back, doctors were rushing around and pushing you back. that's when you heard the flatline.

it hurt even more because it had all happened in a matter of a couple of hours. he died helping a kid, that's the sort of person he was. if he wasn't there, that kid would've died.

your friends and family had been calling and messaging you, obviously to no avail. you weren't ready.

you had, had enough of slouching around in your dump of an apartment, deciding to take a shower. slipping your shoes on, you headed out and much to your dismay, it was sunny out. here you were, walking through a street lined with trees, glancing up at the gaps of sunlight through the leaves. that was until you sensed him. you sensed george.

you felt a tap on your shoulder. his tap. you instantly turned around to be met with well.. nothing. he was gone, and you knew it.

it had hit you that nobody except your friends and family knew. nobody had released a statement since the person closest to him was you. they didn't want to overstep or overpower your words.

you walked into his streaming room, his scent still there. you weren't sure how you could do this.

after what felt like hours, you had set up the stream on his account, named it ' news about george ' and had pressed the ' go live ' button.

he had left you a list of things to do in regards of if there was an accident. you never thought you'd ever had to actually read it.

' stream on my twitch account to tell them. '
it read. understandable actually, but hard for you.

" hey everybody " you coughed out. you made no effort to look presentable. you were clearly a mess.

messages like :
' why do you look like that '
' where's george '
' ooh y/n stream i'm so excited '
' what's going on? '
plastered the chat.

" uhm " you choked out.
" george he uh " you stuttered.
" there was a drunk driver. " you stated.

chat instantly flooded with worried emojis and other chatters assuring themselves and others that he was probably fine just a bit injured.

" he was badly hurt, uhm, bruises everywhere. the guys in prison. he was in hospital for a few hours but " you sobbed.

you knew your friends were watching, his fans were watching. people who had honoured him, they'd take time out of their day to see his face, hear his laugh, witness his rambles. sometimes you thought that they loved him more than you did, but that wasn't possible.

" he didn't make it. " you cried. tears spilling rapidly out of your eyes. you never thought you'd sob on a stream but this was an exception. nobody could blame you.

" im sorry. " you sobbed.
" im so sorry. "

" he urm, he used to say this thing, francis forever. francis was a made up place that we had dreamed of. it was a town somewhere with great weather, friendly neighbours, good schooling. it was perfect. we were going to raise our kids there. " that's when you broke down.

and with that you ended the stream, instantly turning your phone to do not disturb, you couldn't handle the uproar of notifications.

" francis forever, right george? " you asked, knowing you'd be met with no reply.