When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

"You really didn't need to do that." George took us to another room, he was kind of angry. "No I did." I stubbornly argued. George chuckled as he bent down to look at me, so our eyes could meet. "What's so funny." Still pissed, I crossed my hands in annoyance and anger. "You're so short, you know that." He grinned at my face, patting my head laughing. "Fuck you," I rolled my eyes, giggling taking his hand off my head. I looked up at him, our eyes met, but this time it felt different. Our eyes admired each other. Suddenly it felt like time went in slow motion, like we were the only people in world, like somehow the world stopped just for us. We felt like we weren't afraid of death anymore, our mortal worries no longer played with our minds sitting in the back of our heads. All the anxiety built up suddenly came to a halt. ~~~~~~~~~~~ High school is complete bullshit, the movies make it seem like a utopia and i'm stuck here with ungodly workload of homework and studying. ~~~~~~~~~~~ note: this was my first actual full story, so i'm sorry if it's shitty lol