George POV:
Three days later, Fundy is long gone. Tommy has moved out at this point. It is only Dream and I, attempting to be as far away from each other in the same house.
I sit by the sizzling fire pit, the sky dark and grim. I can hear Dream's footsteps come down the stairs, but I do not dare turn my head.
"George... What are you doing?"
I pause, tears welling in my eyes.
"I saved every letter you wrote me. From the moment I saw you I knew you were mine, you said you were mine, I thought you were mine."
He takes another step.
"Fundy said, "I have married an Icarus who has flown to close to the sun."
Another step. Another one.
"Honey-"
"Do not take another step in my direction. Do not think you can talk your way into my arms."
He stays silent as I shred the nearby paper.
"I am burning the letters you wrote me, you can stand over there if you want. I do not know who you are, I have so much to learn. I am re-reading your letters and watching them burn."
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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...
