⁶George Russell

It was almost 3AM in the morning when you woke up from a terrible dream. The Mediterranean coast was quite and completely comfortable, but not your mind. You saw a disastrous dream - dead crash of your boyfriend, George Russell, who was still sleeping near you peacefully, looking in his sleep like a young boy. Your heart beating fast, too fast - it make you panic, not only for fast beating heard, but a dream too, a nightmare. Your hands shaking, you don’t have enough oxygen to breathe, it’s hard, it’s to hard for you to take. You decided to go to the kitchen to drink some water to calm your nerves but it didn’t worked, it didn’t make you feel easy. Now, when you were at the kitchen, you poured a cup of water, done some sips, but it still isn’t enough - you still don’t have a sip of breath, your body is shaking like a leaf in the wind. You’ve drunken a lot of water before you heard a footsteps and saw your sleepy boyfriend, who woke up because you weren’t in bed. “My precious baby, what.. what happened?” he asked you calmly with sleepy and rough voice, coming closer and taking your trembling hands in his own, starting stroking knuckles with his thumb. “I’d.. I’d.. I had a.. nightmare, you were dead because of a crash on track..” you tried to say.