The young man stared up at the cloudless sky, a few shades darker than his own eyes. The halls once echoing with laughter, were now silent. The brilliant red dawn looked dull in comparison to the lock of her hair he clutched in his palm.
He hid his pain as he always had.
He had killed his uncle, the peaceful King Ill, in vengeance and to save his country. He could not afford, nor did he deserve, to feel any remorse.
His cousin, his dear naïve red-headed little cousin, was dead. He thought he had been prepared for such news but evidently not. Even though he knew it was foolish he had hoped that once he sat down and calmly explained everything to her that she might come around and see things his way. She might understand him more and even find it in her heart to forgive him.
That pipe dream of forgiveness had died with her. Su-Won knew for a fact that if Hak still lived he would never forgive such a betrayal.
Ill, Yona, Hak
Uncle, cousin, best friend
He would not cry. He would never cry. He had lost the three most important people in his life and wasn't even sad. Just incredibly lonely. The full weight of the consequences of his actions finally came crashing down on him.
He would never again see their smiles, hear their laughter, share their joy.
He was the last one standing.
Su-Won may have gotten his revenge but now he had to pay the price. He had condemned himself to be completely and totally alone.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Honestly I really hate Su-Won... but for some reason I had to write one for him. This drabble had a bit more feels than I usually write. I hope you like it, even if you don't like him, or if for some reason you do like him.
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