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For as long as the moon never stops shining, I'll never stop dreaming...unfortunately
October 10th ???? —Day of the execution—
"Let's escape y/n, for real this time." Suna mutters to me as he lays on my chest.
"Suna..." I stroke his brown locks as he plays with the hem of my wedding dress. His tan scrubs wrinkled and stained with the familiar scent of eucalyptus soap.
"What- It's not one of our worst ideas." He mutters.
"But it would be our last one." I responded with a lighthearted tone. I take a deep breath of smoke from my cigarette and let the burning feeling consume and dry out my throat. The sense of minimal pain almost comforted me and my nerves.
"Y/n, I wanna go home. I wanna go with you." Suna looks up from his position and stares into my eyes. Now how could I say no.
"Alright Suna, let's go." I grab his hand and he helps me get up from his cell bed. My dress being this
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