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It’s been eight months since George and Dream lost contact. Too many fans, too many edits, too many shrines and brand deals and people with wide eyes, looking into their souls with the expectation of perfection and paragons of human existence and finding something more real, less pretty. Too much to handle.
Chelsea Hodson once said that suffering feels religious if you do it right. Dream can’t remember the last time he was happy. He doesn’t want to.
There’s a kind of comfort in the sizzling sadness that bares its teeth and bites. There’s a kind of comfort in George’s face that he can’t find in humans or edits or shrines, something ungodly and religious. The kind of comfort that only poems and music and promises of "I’ll always be here" and "I wanna be yours" and "If my wishes came true, it would've been you."
It’s been eight months since George and Dream lost contact and it’s been two minutes since Dream saw his face on a dimly lit screen and realized that Chelsea Hodson was right.
Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Folklore" and "Evermore".