Dream POV:
I see a smile split George's face when I come down the stairs not too long after him. I have not realized how little he has smiled in front of me these days.
"Tommy, take it away."
Tommy is gleeful, his face flushed pink.
"Father, father, look!"
He starts playing the piano, taking a deep breath before he shows off his talent. He speaks with each note.
"Un, deux, trois, quart, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf. Sept, huit, neuf."
I clap, knowing that the piece was extremely short and easy, but feel proud with no shame. This is what my loves have been up to while I have been gone! Look at what I have been missing out on.
"Bravo!"
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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...
