Painting The Red Blossoms White {A dreamnotfound AU}

He writes letters that travel over distant lands and across oceans.

The letters are saved in a box.

He fires. The ground shakes. They fall beside him.

The ground is red.

He is gone. They are gone.

They are dead.

He is gone.

Disclaimer: Any trigger warnings will be disclosed at the beginning of each chapter.

Notes:

This story has no intent of pressuring a ship onto people irl. If Dream, George, or anyone involved in the story's content express discomfort with written fan work of them, this will be taken down immediately.

Contains no smut. Don't ask me to write it.

Cover image is not mine