⇥ A crisp air entered his lungs as a sharp pain cut at his throat, waking him up from his dazed sleep. As he opened his eyes, he squinted, the white sky much too bright despite the darkness around him. "Dream?" He asked, his head positioned on the man's chest. "Yeah?" "Why can't I remember?" George asked. "Honestly, I don't know." As much as Dream wanted to comfort the brunette, he himself couldn't explain it, and he wasn't going to give false hope. George sighed, looking at the environment around them. He didn't know the male, but with the warmth, moving rhythm, and kindness he'd received, George found himself closing his tired eyes. He couldn't explain why, but he felt as if he was taught to always stay cautious and aware. He was safe in Dream's arms, but George was hesitant to allow rest. "Sleep, George," Dream soothed, noticing the smaller boy growing tired, "I'll protect you." George listened, closing his eyes and allowing sleep to take over. "You're safe." ______ After many unknown years of a never-changing society filled with chaos and violence because of a three lives system, everything shifts when one male with memory loss completely alters reality. Rankings: - 3rd in #gream | April 3rd, 2021 - 1st in #dreamnotfoundfanfiction | May 14th, 2021 || November 24th, 2020 -- Ongoing || 27,560 words | tw // injury, weapons, gore, depressed moods, needles.
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