George POV:
I leap out of my seat and almost rip the paper. I am overjoyed! I could not be more pleased by my father talking about America in my life.
Tommy looks at me in question. I show him the paper and hear him gasp. But he is no where near as excited as I am.
"Then where is father?"
I pause. Where is Dream? We have won the war, well they have won the war, but where is my love?
Where is my sweet husband that plants kisses all over my face? Where is my light that showers compliments on me? Where is the man from the flower field, who had given me this ring, and a last name.
Where is Dream?
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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...
