Dream POV:
He walks off, the quiet click of the heels of his shoes signalling he is long gone.
My job is on the line. My shot is on the line. I am hanging on a wire. One wrong step and I will go falling, tumbling down into a spiraling consequence.
What is my future if I fail to provide for my home? What is my future if I fail to provide for my son?
What if I fail to be enough for George? Prince of a Royal family in Britain. This is not just for the country, it is for my history.
Who is going to tell my story if I fail? Is my story even worth mentioning, or mumbling to a person sat next to you in History course.
I need to do more.
I need to do more than enough.
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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...
