Dream POV:
The door opens from behind me. I continue writing, ignoring the tapping foot sound and the sigh when I do not reveal any reaction.
"Your son is nine years old today. He has something he wants to play, and he has been practicing all day!"
I shrug it off and flick my hand in the air.
"I will be down in a minute."
"Clay. Your child wants to present his talent. Please, come down immediately."
I get out of my writing hunch.
"George-"
"For your son, and for your husband."
The door slams. I sigh. I have covered myself in pages of paper and thousands of letters. I guess it is right to take a break.
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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...
