Meant to be?

Living With Your Eyes Wide

TW:
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Please let me know if you find any!

Again, sorry for any speeding or grammar mistakes, I currently can't contact Z.

(Ps, Z, did you get my emails?)

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3rd Persom POV:

What is the difference between reality and a fever dream, really? Some people might say one is real and one is not. But what determines whether or not something is in our heads? All of life could be a dream that we simply cannot awaken from. A dream who's narrator is omniscient and we are all either side characters or protagonists. There are no antagonists because there are no villains or heroes. A fever dream stops being reality when we awaken, when we realize it wasn't real. What if we never wake up? So what is life but a fever dream that we have to figure out?

Well, Alex knows the answer. Life is full of trauma, painful memories, burning tears, and white hot anger. But life is also full of hope, love, beauty, slow cool tears of joy, and nostalgia. Dreams take what you know and turn it into something believable while life holds all endless and unbelievable possibilities. Dreams take inspiration from insignificance and our subconscious, while reality takes from all. Dreams hold the past and the present, while reality holds the future.

So when three breathless idiots stumble into Alex's room he knows this is not a dream, he can feel the weight of the future and uncertainty on his shoulders. He can feel his heart yearn in a way even dreams couldn't replicate.

George POV:

When had I figured out the way my friends look at each other differently than they look at me? Honestly, I have no idea, but I do know that I am certain they do. So I do what any logical person would do in this situation: throw myself at Quackity before the others could. His eyes light up, but not before his eyebrows furrow at my plummeting towards him. His face contorts as his eyes widen and he attempts to scramble away from me before I crush him, but he doesn't make it. I envelope him in a hug, landing on the cot softer than I had expected.

Unaware of the tears flowing waterfalls down my face, I cling onto Quackity for dear life, feeling as though, if I let go, he may disappear. I feel Sap and Karl join the hug and I have never felt more content. My stupid oblivious roommates and I sharing an embrace, all of us more than willing to spend forever in this moment.

Alex POV:

My heart pangs at the sight of the three, my expression alone begging them to come to me. Eyes flickering to Sap who is full on balling with an odd glint in his eyes, although Karl isn't much better, and his eyes match. The two are holding hands and the panting of my heart grows to thumping as I get the feeling something is about to happen. My eyes land on George and it is then that I realize he is barreling towards me, smile shining on his face, and arms spread wide. I wiggle over quickly in an attempt to give him more room, and not let him crush me. Alas, I didn't make it in time. He crashes onto the cot -albeit softer than I had imagined, thankfully enough- and buries me in his warm arms. Moments after, I feel two new sets of arms join in and, although I'm nearly sweating from the combination of body heat, I couldn't bring myself to care.

I'm awake.

They are here.

Everything is perfect.

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Hey! I have further plans for this story, although it may not be long before the end is near. Though, that may not be the case if I come up with a new chink to put in the plot.

See you guys in the next chapter!

Self care isn't selfishness!!!