"Can I tell you a secret?" he says in a hushed voice in the ill-illuminated room. "Spill," I smiled, thinking it was going to be something stupid like he peed his bed till he was six. Those were the kind of secrets we've been blurting out for the past thirty minutes as the tiredness of the late night got to us. "I'm Dream." he said in total seriousness, "Like the minecraft youtuber." I was quiet for a second before I laughed out loud.

"if you want to kill a god , aim for it's heart" "Why?" "Because it's fragile , like ours " He aimed , but never fired -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- Suggestive content , explicit conversations about sexual themes and attraction , panic attacks , please proceed with caution . No real names used , just George's but there's nothing I can do that .