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PURGE

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George was pacing in his room the day before the Purge was meant to happen, he was extremely nervous and scared, no matter how many times his boyfriend told him that they would be fine, he still couldn't calm down.

He was terrified! 

'WHY DID I AGREE TO COME TO AMERICA?!'

He heard several stories about this event while he still lived in England with his family, it was just a bloody massacre where the poor got slaughtered and the rich sat on their butts watching from the safety of their armored mansions.

"Love" his boyfriend called softly, standing in front of him in order to stop his pacing "Please calm down, I told you already, we'll be alright. I have a contact in the military that will bring us to a safe place" he reassured, placing a hand on his cheek, gently stroking it.

"It's normal for you to be scared, it's your first Purge after all, but I promise you, you aren't gonna die tomorrow, ok?" George nodded, leaning in his touch.

Now he remembered why he decided to come to America despite the fiscal papers, the visa problems, the judgement, the Purge!

It was for him. Him and only him. George just... just couldn't bear to spend another second apart from the man he so deeply loved, the distance that divided them was agonizing.

He couldn't come to England due to some problem with his citizenship or some other fiscal bullshit, but nothing stopped George to come to America, and so he did.

His family begged him not to go, they feared that he would just be in danger, they were scared, afraid to lose their older child. But George was unmovable, he was going, no matter what they said or did, and in the end, he went to live with him, with the man he loved, the man who managed to pierce his heart, the man, who had recently proposed to him, and to which he'll soon get married.

Clay.

Or, as he liked to call him, Dream.

"When are we gonna schedule the wedding?" George asked, looking down at the ring on his finger, Dream smiled, placing a gentile kiss on his nose "Soon my love, just wait a few days, it takes time to clean the mess the Purge leaves behind, and I'm sure you don't want to get married in a church with blood on the walls" he joked, but George didn't laugh, he didn't like to joke about it, he didn't like to think that, in less than 24 from now, many people, most of which innocent citizens, who are trying to find a safe place to survive the night, are gonna get slaughtered mercilessly.

Dream noticed and soon corrected himself "I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to make you frown..." George smiled, happy that his partner was so comprehensive and thoughtful of him.