George estava em coma , fazendo assim o mesmo sonhar com pessoas que para seus amigos/ parentes , não existem .. Mas até um dia .. Isso tudo muda

"tommy. you're staring. i can practically feel your eyes burning into the back of my neck" "sorry cassie, i'll stop." ............ ............ ............ ............ In which Cassidy Lovette's life is changed forever by a single twitter notification. started: november 8th, 2020 ended: (ongoing) NOVEMBER 27th: #4 in soot

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and you can do whatever you want. What do you call it? Freedom or loneliness?

Hi! I am uploading this because some people are finding it hard to find the original copy of "Heat Waves". In no way shape or from am I discrediting the original writer, and all the credit sincerely goes to them. Thank you and I hope you enjoy! <3 Crediting Link: file://Downloads/Heat%20Waves.pdf Cover art link: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Ftwitter.com%2Ftsoatu%2Fstatus%2F1327668601839468545&psig=AOvVaw19YLCMBar14Va5IBPtEESv&ust=1609467700084000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CA0QjhxqFwoTCJijhc2U9-0CFQAAAAAdAAAAABAD

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

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