Hiareth | (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief of lost places of your past.

//KAESONG, NORTH KOREA; 04:27

The pain was unbearable, all the beatings from the training camp were nothing compared to this. Her body, her mind, her heart; it all hurt. Black tears ran down her icy cheeks, contrasting her fair skin. The mascara destroying her already gruesome, shadowy makeup. The moon was up, hidden behind the dark clouds. The trees waved her goodbye, their naked branches holding on to the last traces of summer. There was close to none, the coldness was overpowering.

"We're almost there, miss Kim."

All she could do was to nod, still failing to hold her tears back. Her hands started shaking, white as chalk. They went up to her chest, holding onto the necklace hanging around her neck. It was silver, made by an Italian man. He was a friend of her dearest mom. It had the shape of a daffodil, she could still hear the voice of her mother; 

"it will remind you of your family, your closest, your hope,"

She couldn't understand the next part, what the wise woman said to her when she was only seven years old.

"find your new family, your new closest, your new hope, with this and only this necklace."

She got dragged out of her thoughts, as a tall man grabbed her delicate wrist. Her feet disappeared under her when she jumped, or fell, out of the car. She didn't even notice the vehicle stop, she was drowning in her thoughts yet again. Her weakest spot, her father had said. Her so-called stupid emotions were in his way of making her the most wonderful daughter ever. The most phenomenal assassin, fighter; a gorgeous mafia daughter.

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