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George @/GeorgeNotFound
no stream today, dealing with something important <3
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↳user1: what happened? :(
↳user2: lets respect his privacy <3
↳user3: gonna miss you!
↳TommyInnit: no one watches anyway big man
↳user4: LMAOOO
↳user5: love you so much pls answer
↳user6: lol
↳DreamWasTaken: <3
↳user7: ??
↳user8: what?
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— SUNLIGHT pours in through your living room window, the shadow of the flowers Clay had bought you slowly casting over your wooden flooring.
It's blinding rays should have made you flinch, but sitting on your sofa all night, staring at the wall in front of you had made you immune to any sort of adjustment to light.
You knew you should have slept, should have tried to put your mind at ease- But every time your eyes closed, even if it was only for a second: Nightmares of the previous night seemed to play on repeat in your head.
Delilah sits at your kitchen island, cup of coffee in her dainty hands, staring warily at you from across the open planned room.
Sipping her beverage slowly, her eyes never tear away from your numb figure.
"Has she slept yet?"
Clay's voice cuts through the silence, blaring from Delilah's phone, where she's connected to a VC with Clay, George, Nick and Karl.
"No..."
A loud thud is heard, Clay throwing the nearest thing he could find on his desk across his bedroom, hitting the back wall and falling to the floor loudly.
"Fuck sake-"
"Clay, getting angry isn't going to solve anything." George's voice comes next, soft and sympathetic, trying to be there for his best friend.
Delilah keeps her gaze on you, as Clay takes a deep breath, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
"...'m sorry." He mumbles out, slumping back in his chair, staring solemnly at the monitors in front of him.
Karl sighs, picking at his fingers nervously. "Have you tried getting her to eat? She needs to eat..." He speaks, trying once again to come up with an idea, or simply make conversation through the awkward silence.
You and Karl had never been extremely close, but any friends of the Dream Team were friends of his, and he hated to see you so broken down like this.
Everything about you looked weak and vulnerable, and you wished you could find it within yourself to pick yourself back up, and stop the wallowing you're doing.
Delilah places her mug down, feet softly padding towards you.
"Hey... Do you want some breakfast?"
You blink a few times, a small sniffle coming from your nose before you finally tear your gaze away from the small paint chip on the wall opposite you, staring up at your friend.
"I'm not hungry."
"Tell her to eat." Clay's voice instructs from across the room, and you shiver a little at the authoritative tone of his voice.
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