George POV:
One week later, we are in the living room stressing. My father is stone-faced while you ask him for his blessing. We figured to put a ring on it before you left. We just need approval from my parents.
I am dying inside as you wine and dine. And I am trying not to cry, but I know there is nothing that your mind can not do.
My father makes his way across the room to you. I panic for a second, thinking we are through. But then he shakes your hand and says,
"Be true."
And you turn back to me smiling and I-
I run into your arms and look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit!
I am helpless.
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Away From The War ~ A Dreamnotfound Fanfiction
Short StoryIn a secluded luscious garden, far far away, two boys have their first interaction. They find their safe place within each other, a place away from the violence and blood shed. Away from the war. WARNING! Technoblade is used in this story. I underst...
