dreams heart felt like obsidian. it was cold and heavy and so solid and painful but so empty at the same time.
they'd planted flowers on his empty grave.
cornflowers, they'd grow soon. dream hoped they didn't. george was dead why would flowers keep growing. why would the sun not turn cold and dark. it felt so wrong that there would be things as pretty as flowers and sunlight and bees in a world where there was no george. all the little things that used to make the boy smile should have vanished the day he died because what was the point of them if the sun wasn't shining specifically to make george smile and the flowers weren't growing because they wanted to see george's face light up. that's why dream was there too.
today, for the third time, dream realised he loved george. not middle school crush love not even love that truly means something. the love slowly eats away at you until it consumes you entirely, the love that makes you do horrible things in it's name.
technoblade.
technoblade technoblade technoblade technoblade technoblade technoblade technoblade.
that name. over and over and over again.
he was going to die.
it didn't matter what it took
YOU ARE READING
just a boy.
Fanfictiondream not found, sorry it's kind of short i rushed it a little. by the way i love techno guys i just needed a villain lmao
