George POV:
I waltz into the kitchen, seeing Dream cooking something. He notices me, despite my light footsteps. The air is thick, even though we still talk normally. There is one thing I can not get off my mind, last night.
"May we talk about what happened?"
Dream gulps, nodding his head slowly. I can see the discomfort in his eyes. That makes two of us.
"Sure."
I sigh, taking my time before sharing my piece.
"I wrote to Technoblade right when you left. I begged him to send you home for a while, so I could come and see you again. When he replied I was overjoyed, I left home the night he replied to my letter."
"You should have told me,"
Dream says with a cracked voice.
"I am not sorry. I knew you would fight until the war was won, but you deserve a chance to be with me before we are done."
Dream sighs. I try to reassure him.
"But look around, look around! I am so lucky to be with you right now!"
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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...
