An ode to L'manburg || Dream X Reader

13| You're a coward

A/N- should I make another book just to write down my feelings? I tried to do it in a journal but that didn't work so I just wanted to know if y'all would care enough for me to make a public book bout that shit. Probably not but whatever. I'm also writing this on a plane so ya.

~Y\N POV~

It's been three days since. Since we said 'I love you'. Clay and I had moved out of our homes, and are trying to make a new life somewhere in the woods. We packed our possessions, and headed towards the long journey we decided to take. It was hard, but we found a clearing that would be perfect for just us two.

Present time

"Clay? I'm going to gather wood for the shelter, will you just be getting food for us?" I shouted over the brush.

"Yeah, I'll see you later. Be careful!" He shouted back at me.

I began to gather wood, and sticks for firewood, and to build some sort of cabin for us. It was mid summer, so good for building a stable house for us. I saw a patch of moss and walked over, attempting to use it to fill any holes in between the logs that would hold the house together.

I heard footsteps while bent over collecting moss. "Babe? Are you back already?" I asked, still not turning around, focused on what I had been doing beforehand.

"Already calling me babe? That's bold." A smooth deep voice said behind me.

I turned around to see a familiar man, but couldn't figure out why he was familiar. Then it clicked.

"Officer Schlatt? What are you doing here? And how are you so young?" I asked in a shaken voice, backing away from the man who took me away everything from me.

"Not quite, my dad's dead, has been for a long time. But he told me a lot about you and this little 'L'manburg' thing." He said smoothly.

"Don't ever say that name." I said demanding, and cold.

I turned away from the man and went back to picking moss, silently signaling for him to leave. He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"My father never mentioned how beautiful you were."

I stopped, then quickly got back to picking to soothe myself through the suprise.

"I have a boyfriend." I spat back.

"He doesn't have to know." He replied, I could feel his eyes scanning the back partion of my body. I shivered at the feeling.

"I said no." I spat at him once again, now standing, trying to walk away from him back towards where we were going to build our cabin, hoping Clay would be back soon, to get me away from this man. God it could have been anyone else, why did it have to be him.

"Why don't you stop following me and tell me why you're here." I asked coldy, not bothering to look back at his smug face.

"Oh right, well I came to tell you that your parents have unfortunately passed away in the war they left to fight." He said.

I stopped in my tracks.

"The war is still going?" I asked, shaken until I could barely speak these words at all.