Distance Creates Fondness ~ DNF Angst

An ocean (and a little more) apart

(Wilbur is apart of the first few chapters, I do not support him or anything he had done, this was written pre-allegations and confession, after Christmas chapter he will not be mentioned.)

George grabbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head with a huff. The cold air of his flat stung his skin as he pulled on a hoodie.

"Sorry I'm back." George grumbled and sat down at his gaming chair, turning his camera back on and taking a deep breath. "I don't know why it's so fucking cold in here."

It was mid December, snow coating the London streets but George wouldn't have known. George didn't leave his house much anymore, feeding into his depression and sadness by staying in his flat on the phone all day.

"Maybe because it's winter time." Dream remarked. George had just gotten the news that his visa, once again, had been denied.

It took hours for the brunette man to calm himself with the support of the blonde man on the phone. 5,000 miles away, over and ocean. He cried so hard he thought he might go blind. The visa had been in the works for more than 3 months and all that effort that George had put in was for nothing.

Dream was already crafting up a new visa application for George so he didn't feel so stressed out about having the write a while knew one.

It pained George to think about how alone he was. He had no one to live with in his flat and he felt at though he would never get out of there.

"Are you feeling better now, George?" Dream asked, lowering his tone to be more considerate of George's feelings. It was around 4am for George now, they had started the call at 9am the day before.

"No, I need you here with me." George said. "And then I'll be feeling better."

"I think it's time you went to bed." Dream said.

"No." George said, placing his head in his hands, he felt like sobbing again, his heart aching with every breath he took.

"Just join the call with your phone, I'll stay on with you." Dream offered, noticing George's upset state.

"I need you here Dream. I'm so alone.." George mumbled, his voice cracking as he held back his tears. "I've never felt this hopeless. Dream, I need you."

"I know George, I know," Dream cursed himself, wiping the quiet tears that fell from his eyes. He didn't want to cry like this, he just didn't know what to do. He listened to George leave the call and return a few seconds later on his phone.

George was sobbing now, his face wet with tears as he desperately closed his eyes trying to stop them.

"Just go lay down George, it's gonna be alright." Dream encouraged, George sniffling and laying down on his mattress that always felt too empty. His weight pressed into the mattress as he yanked the covers up over his body slowly. "You get something to eat today?"

"No, busy." George said, trying to get his point across. He means he was busy on the phone, with Dream, crying, all day. Dream wished more than anything that he could be there to hold George. He wanted to run his hands through the brunettes hair, making sure everything was okay.

"Dream.." George whispered into his phone, settling down as he slowly stopped his crying.

"Yeah George?" Dream said.

"Please don't hang up.." George finished, feeling his eyelids fall over his eyes, leaving him in the dark.

"I won't, I promise." Dream said, listening to George's breath even out as he finally relaxed in his chair. The sun was rising in Florida as George slept. Dream slid out of his chair, rejoining the call on his phone as he made his way down the stairs. He made himself some breakfast and sat down at the table to eat, he could heat George shifting around in bed on call. Dream smiled to himself, wanting nothing more than for the British man to get some good rest.