୭ ₓ˚. Mcyt stories.

𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 - 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

3rd pov

"DREAM! God- you scared me." George's voice echoed. Y/N lowered her volume down, surprised about how loud his stream was. Watching her two best friends laughing and having fun made her happy, but also left out. She has thought of joining the SMP before but she just couldn't bring herself to ask them. She doesn't wish to be famous, but rather.. wish to be with her friends often.

That night, when George finished streaming, he called her on discord. Y/N reached for her buzzing phone on the desk and answered, "Hello?" George let out a small yawn and said, "Y/N! How've you been today?" She sighed, knowing he was going to ask to sleep on call. The two played Minecraft while telling jokes. "Have you seen my dandelion?" Y/N asked, "I've been saving it for the bees, but I can't find them in my chest.." George chuckled, "I don't know. I'm colorblind." Y/N laughed.

"Hey George, have you ever heard of that one soulmate tale? Where it effects their eyesight?" She asked as George was chopping down logs for their tall towers. "No," He replied, "what's it about?" Y/N placed the falling logs on to the chest and said, "I heard about this mythical tale where you can loose your eyesight from falling in love. If you realized you were in love with that person but they don't feel the same way, you'll go blind." She continued, "It didn't say whether permanently or temporarily. It's probably fake, but it's interesting." George hummed to the idea, half-believing it.

They played for hours, adding new additions to their lovely survival village they made. Y/N always enjoyed this. George streams, hangs out at the SMP, then plays with her. That's how it's always been, and neither of them would want it any other way.

That's what they thought.

George wanted more. He didn't want to just play Minecraft all day. To sleep on call whenever they had time. He wanted to see her. Be with her. To love her. That's when it started.

He gripped on to the phone, sobbing quietly. Y/N was to focused on her building to hear George's silent whimpers. As tears flowed down his cheeks, he whimpered, "Y/N.. Y/N I.."

"George? George, what is it?"

"I can't see."