Dream POV:
George soon comes in with a sense of urgency as well. I can not help but stare at the person I hurt so bad jump into action and attempt to comfort our bleeding boy.
"Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this? Who did this? Clay, did you know?"
I can't bring myself to do anything but look down and let my tears drop on his almost limp body.
"I am sorry Dad."
"No- stay alive! Here, our song, I taught you piano!"
"You did teach me piano... You would put your hands on mine... Change the melody every time..."
George gasps for air. He is just as emotional as I am.
"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, go."
Tommy follows and responds to the pattern.
"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf."
"Sept, huit, neuf."
"Sept, huit..."
George shakes him after he trails off.
"Hey, Tommy! Sept, huit, neuf! Sept, huit, neuf. Sept, huit..."
George looks at his pale face. Despite our shaky ending, I lay my head on his shoulder and sob. George let's out the loudest scream of pain, louder than when I broke his heart.
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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...
