Akatsuki no Yona belongs to Mizuho Kusanagi.
Runaways.
He had imagined being with her like this before.
Both of them inside a car with everything that was theirs in the trunk; driving without a destination. Bags full of food and candies surrounding them, some bags already empty.
She would be in the co-pilot seat with the windows down. The sun following them would turn her long red hair on fire that would dance with the wind.
Nevertheless, he hadn't expected that everything that belonged to them would only be dirty and ripped clothes or that they would have to drive without a destination because they wouldn't have anywhere to go.
He didn't thought that most of the food would have been devoured by himself and that she wouldn't have agreed to eat anything at all… or to talk, or to do anything rather than look through the window.
He never thought he would see the princess use second-hand clothes that he would have bought her; he didn't believe she would wear them without complaining.
He never thought he would someday see her cry that much.
In his mind he could still imagine it: her smile, her amethyst eyes filled with emotion for the adventure ahead of them. His trunk filled with suitcases because she couldn't decide what to bring and what not. Their bad jokes directed at each other on the road and their fights to decide which one controlled the radio.
He had imagined being with her like this before, yes, but if watching her covered by her father's blood was the price; Hak was more than willing to stop dreaming forever.
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