I finally fell asleep.
George laid in bed with me, strumming his fingers through my blonde hair and detangling every curl and scratching gently at my scalp. As much as I tried I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I changed our positions around a little bit to where I was spooning him and our legs were entangled in each other unknowingly. I remember just barely fluttering my eyes to blink his fluffy well kept hair out my eyes, but then I was just out. I fell asleep.
I woke in my dark room and jumped up immediately searching for George. When I heard a little mumble and whine at my side I let out the largest sigh one ever could. I looked down to see now awake dark brown eyes staring back up at me and a face with exactly 17 freckles which I counted a night before as the boy slept in my lap on the couch. He smiled up at me and I smiled down at him. He opened his pale arms wide, asking to cuddle back together for a few more minutes. I complied as always. No way I would ever refuse a cuddle session with George who I've loved for years. When I leaned into his chest he strained his neck and gently kissed the top of my head before softly speaking.
"I'm proud of you, you know that, right?" I look up at him and he has the cutest double chin smile someone could ask for. I nod, "Okay, good." He says before relaxing back onto the pillow underneath us. I relax back into his chest, but before letting my body try and drift asleep I reach up and place a kiss on George's neck. I don't even have to look up to know that he's blushing and smiling away right now. I feel a question bottle up from inside my refreshed brain, though. Knowing it was going to keep me awake, I asked George.
"Why are you proud exactly?" My voice feels so smooth from not only talking a lot more but also from the fresh sleep I just awoke from. I love it so much.
It takes George a few moments before he comes up with something he's satisfied with.
"Because I know how hard it is to get out of that hell hole called depression. I'm proud you're healing, I never could." I cock my head to the side in a tad bit of confusion. He never could? What is he talking about? I shake it off and decide I might bring it up later.
We end up sleeping in for another four hours. I feel free.
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Love Kills (Dnf Short Story)
FanfictionWhat happens when the person you love comes back from the dead? What happens when you forget how they died? What happens when you completely forgot they died in the first place? Clay lost the love of his life to Suicide, at least that's what the i...
