Schlatt POV:
I was able to view him writing a page. I saw his feather and quilt move quickly across the paper. It is hard to admit, but I in fact watched in astonishment ad jealousy.
How does he write like he is running out of time? Everyday he fights like he is running out of time? I wonder if he is running out of time sometimes.
How does he write like tomorrow will not arrive! How does he write like he needs it to survive? How does he write every second he is alive?
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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...
