A sharp pain, a blinding light, maybe an echoing voice. I don't remember. I don't want to remember. It seems like with remembering, only comes pain. A nagging voice, saying I must remember. What should I remember? All I know is the bright, white light. That's all that matters for now. There is nothing else, and I'm...
"You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" - Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags. - Accelerate wa...