Clay slowly rises from his train seat to see he has arrived in Brighton..home town of...𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾.and his disgusting "gIrlfRienD" ugh dream sighs and steps off the train "Dream!" Says a loud but far away voice.the voice seemed familiar he knew he had heard it before..could it be...George?no.it was his brain teasing him there was no way George knew he was coming.He couldn't know dream was doing this.otherwise...George would be in danger.unless...it was a forced relationship! "Stop overthinking clay and just get it done with." The voices echoed sounding like George in his head...he smelled lavender...George's favourite flower🌷
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||Its just us against the burning flames..||DNF
FanfictionA fanfic.Two boys,a terrifying journey to the depths of what seems like hell....🔥