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requested by: @JustaScorpiohere

   

its safe to say, george was feeling shitty. he hated the way he looked, the way he sounds, and even the way he acts.

   he hated it all.

   george didnt know why he was feeling like such a burden, after all he has the life only one could dream of.

   he has the most perfect and loveable boyfriend, friends who always seem to bring light into every situation, and a carrier of doing what he loves.

   so why was he feeling like this?

   in all honesty, he felt like he didn't deserve dream. the blond was stunning, the way his fluffy hair blows in the wind, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, he deserves someone better.

   maybe even someone who looked better, and to george, he wasnt able to give that.

   he wasnt special, he was just a twenty six year old, who is dating a popular creator.

   thats all he'll ever be.

the thing he hates most, is his body. he absolutely despises the way it looks.

george couldnt even bare the thought of looking into a mirror today, not wanting to see the dreadful reflection that stares back at him.

currently, dream was working on editing a video, and he really missed his boyfriend.

the blond decided that editing could wait, and that he wanted to see his adorable partner.

strolling out of his office, and to georges room with a pep in his step, he was thrilled to see the shorter, even if it had only been a couple hours without georges eyes lingering on dream, and the soft and gentle touches he gains from the brown eyed boy.

georges door remained slightly ajar, so dream took this as an invention to walk in.

upon entering, dream automatically knew something was off. the way his lover laid on the bed, seemingly zoned out, staring at the ceiling.

slowly, trying not to startle the boy, he made his way over to the bed, and gently rubbed georges shoulder.

breaking out of whatever trance he was in, he looked over at dream, putting on what looked to be a fake smile, trying not to worry the other, not wanting to be even more of a burden.

"hey angel, whats wrong? are you okay?" dream asked, unable to stop himself from worrying about the other.

george looked at him, and slowly shook his head, deeming that he wasnt okay.

the taller of the two, eyes softened, "do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?"

george thought about it for a moment, even if he didnt want to put all his feelings on dream, the latter had never judged him, and always made him feel better.

trying to find words for what he was going to say next, he nodded.

"alright love, take your time." dream said encouragingly, with love.

after a short time of george mustering and finding the courage to speak his mind, he started, "i just dont feel like.." he paused, "me. i dont know how to describe it. its like im not even here."

he took a deep breath, "im not feeling good, mentally. i feel like such a burden, hell— i look like one too. i wish i looked better, i hate it. i hate mysel—"