Too Good For This World
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Thread Topic: Too Good For This World
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"That's okay," Nick said softly. "Deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth."
George shuddered, his hands continuing to shake as he curled up into a ball best he could in his awkward gaming chair. He felt the same as the day before. So vulnerable, idiotic. But this time Matthew wasn't there to comfort him, and he couldn't go to his friends. Was this how it was going to be? -
Clay did the best he could do follow Sapnap's instructions, and slowly but surely it was working. "Why can't I help him, Nick? Why?" Dream whispered
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"You're helping him in every way you can right now," Nick said quietly. "And some people just can't accept that they need help."
George struggled to take a deep breath as he lifted his head high for a moment. Was it abuse? No, it couldn't be. It was just all George's fault.
Maybe if he hadn't asked Matthew that one cold Saturday afternoon, he wouldn't have bothered him.
And maybe if he hadn't proposed they buy a place to live together, Matthew wouldn't have gotten so tired of George. And so often angry with him.
Maybe. But here he is. -
"You're right." Dream said sadly. "Hey, what time is it?" He asked
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"Uh hold up, lemme check," Nick stated, grabbing his phone and looking at the time. "Like, four?"
Tears continued to fall from George's tired eyes, and he leaned back in his chair, letting his head fall against the headrest. He thought for a moment before standing, grabbing his phone and heading to his room as he decided to take a nap. -
Holy s***, I haven't eaten in well over 24 hours... Dream ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Today's been quite eventful!" He declared sarcastically. "What now, Nick? Call Wil or Tommy maybe? Do we tell anyone?"
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"I think we should tell Wilbur," Nick stated. "Just so there's someone actually who can go and help him, maybe?"
George flopped into bed after shutting the lights off, dozing off pretty quickly. -
"Okay, I'll tell him." Dream paused and reached into his pocket. "Uh, where is my phone?" He asked sheepishly.
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"Uh," Nick looked around, spotting it on the table off to the side. "Right here."
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"Oh, thanks." Dream said as he got up from the couch and grabbed his phone. He stood as he texted Wilbur.
Dream
Hey, somethings been up with George lately.
We gotta talk
Call me when you can
"One day, I know that you will be there. One day, I'll focus on the future. Maybe one day, oh baby isn't life so f***ing inconsistent?" Wilbur sang to himself as he picked up his guitar. He was cleaning up after a great rehearsal with the rest of his band when his phone went off from across the room. -
Nick watched, folding his hands.
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Wilbur grabbed his bag and the rest of his things and walked over to the box his phone was on top of. The new studio the band had was great, but not completely unpacked. "I'm out!" Wil announced as he walked out the door. After hearing goodbyes from his bandmates, he walked outside and to his car. Once everything was at least somewhat secure, he got into the car himself and answered the text.
Wil
Dear lord...a problem at this hour?
Give me a moment
Dream ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He was about to set his phone down when a text came through.
Dream
Alright -
"Did he respond?" Nick asked.
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Dream's phone started ringing, and he gave his friend a pointed look. "Does that answer your question?" He asked with a laugh. He answered the phone and put it on speaker. "Hey, Wilbur." He said.
"Dream, what have you guys gotten yourselves into at ten f***ing PM!?" Wilbur joked as he pulled out of the parking lot. -
"It's been going on for a little longer than just now," Nick said with a sad look.
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