(Dreams POV)
Crisp morning air sticks to my bare skin as conciseness slips into my mind. Even from inside, the icy, wintery winds can be heard bellowing from outside, doing all they can to barge against the walls. I strain my ears to try and hear the usual rain that carry's out after a storm; but, silence.
I relax my shoulders and keep my eyes shut, it would be a crime to disturb the silence. But just then something wonders into my mind.
'The last day.'
The first thought to echo in my mind makes my face screw up in confusion...before I remember. Pushed to the far dark corners of my thoughts, I do everything to convince myself that it's a lie and that time is tricking me. A pit sinks in my stomach as it fully renders in my head. Piercing pains jab at my chest, sorrow soaked in my unspoken words as my gut fills with regret.
George leaves...today.
Tomorrow we will be over an ocean apart, deep blues and the ceaseless waves of the unknown will part our touch once more, but this time, it will be harder to say goodbye.
Trapped in my mind once more, something shifting slightly in my grasp pulls me from the cage of my thoughts. George. I lift my floppy arm, the duvet rising with it. I glance down, a clear view of fluffy, mangled brown locks appear pressed against my chest. Warmth escapes the gap as I continue staring at him. George's small figure pressed up against me, hidden from the human eye beneath the mound of cover that drapes over him.
I close the duvet over him again, capturing the warmth inside and hiding George from any persons view. Sliding my arms tighter around his waist, I pull George closer to me, his back smooths out against my chest as he subconsciously wraps his arms around mine; it's as if our body's have moulded into one.
I feel a sudden urge of peace as it settles into the air, fighting off the dismay and darkened filter as I lean down and kiss his head. A blush forming over my cheeks at the action — I'm glad no one is around.
Though the moment doesn't last forever as the sorrowful thoughts linger at the front of my mind. With freshly opened eyes, my dilating pupils drowse over the same room I wake up to everyday — but today is different. The sun-kissed walls that normally hold strobes of wintery yellows are now mangled with a darker, stern presence. It's as if the world has echoed on my misery and made everything mirror what I'm feeling to what I'm seeing.
Looking at the bland white walls, my brain fogs over the emptiness. I regret to think about what this room will feel like without the warmth of George in my arms.
I close my eyes once more, savouring this moment as I could never know when the morning will hold as much peace as it does now. Looking down to the brunette curls I close my eyes once more, trying to bare my eyes from the sunlight that bounces off the walls. Though not to be fooled by the gleaming sun, as the temperatures drop as we enter the icy month of December.
Drowsiness crosses my eyes and it takes over my body, though i do everything to not break my tight hold around George's waist in fear i will be left alone, again. I burry my head into his curls just as i hear the door of my room blast open.
"WAKE UP IDIOTS IT IS..." — Sapnap takes a short pause to take out his phone and read the time — "9:13AM AND WE HAVE A WHOLE DAY BEFORE GEORGE LEAVES SO GET UPPPP!" He drags out the 'p', his voice booming around the room, sending bullets into the shattering silence.
I groan and lift my head, resting it on the pillow, i squish my eyes up really tight before opening them again, the light sending streaks of pain to my pupils before they get used to the blinding light and go back to normal.
As if they were never there, the room fades back into the peaceful quiet void that it once was before Karl's never ending giggles appear in the hushed air.
"Wait! Where even is George?" He clasps a hand to his mouth, looking around as if he would just appear out of no where.
Silently, i begin wishing to my self to have more time, alone, with George.
Just 5 more minutes.
Though my thoughts don't last long as i lift my arm once more like i did before, they both stare at him as i fold the cover backwards, fully revealing George, me spooning him from behind, whatever warmth between us now dispersed into the thick air.
I feel their eyes bore into the back of my arm that is dropped around his waist, his overlapping mine in a protective manner.
If someone was to ask me to describe this moment I would say one word and one word only. Soundless.
Even though silence has materialised again, George begins to stir and eventually lifts his head, eyes still shut firmly as the sun strobes that echo off the walls pierce his eyes. The morning effect wearing off in just a few seconds as sound finally croaks out and cuts through the thick tension.
"Morning."
His voice almost monotone against the energetic squeals of Karl and awakening shouts of Sapnap; George rubs the sleep from his eyes and turns to face me. Despite having even messier hair than usual and a face more paler than ever, the beauty in his persona catches my eye as he continues to stare at me. Plump pinkish red lips catch my eye as i trail my gaze down his face.
"Okay lovebirds stop making out with each other with your eyes and get dressed. We're going to the fucking arcade bitches."
Excitement laced with his words, Sapnap and Karl are stone; stood staring as George still doesn't break the eye contact: i feel buzzing in my chest, a pounding in my throat — almost as if my vocal chords have been blocked up.
Fighting against the cold, heat rises to my face and I just know that my cheeks have yet again fades into a scarlet red.
"We'll just...leave then. Before anything gets, you know..."
"KARL!"
I burn up, red flushing to my face as I drag my arms from George's waist and bury my head in my hands. I hear the door slam and sigh. Glad they've finally left, I lift my head to look at George.
He is still. Sat there, smiling, acting as if nothing ever happened.
"I'll go change in the bathroom!"
He says, jumping up from the bed and going over to his suitcase. My mind is a jungle, vines hanging all over the place and loud noises ricocheting off the surroundings. Hardly being able to keep up with what's happening, George strides to the bathroom door, im just able to catch him as he begins to close himself in.
"Hey George!"
He opens the door wider in interest, confusion etched into every line in his face.
"What?"
"Don't forget to lock the door."
My words flow out so smoothly I don't even hear myself before I'm already saying it. Expecting a bitchy response in return, I get nothing other than a door slamming and him, once again rolling his eyes. However, before getting up I sit still, holding my breath then-
Click.
The door locks.
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