"But Clay- you don't understand I-" "Sir." His voice was low. George stilled, his heart beating in his mouth. "...what?" The taller strode forward, rocketing his large hand to wrap tightly around the others pale neck. George gasped for air as his hands grappled to be released. Dream could only smirk sickly, fingers ti...
TW: This story will contain mentions of suicide, suicide, strong language, abuse, etc. I will put a TW at the beginning of the chapter depicting what triggers may be involved. If there is none, you should be fine. Proceed with caution :) George and Dream have been best friends for years. Nothing could get in the way...
