Born to Run

Hello everyone! Sorry for the long absence but here I am with this little fic. I probably will not stay, I lost motivation to continue my other work but I will leave it up. 

I hope you all are doing well and staying safe

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

This was inspired by the song "Born to Run" by Bruce Springsteen! I highly recommend listening to it. 

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Sachiro Hirugami was a shy child.

Despite growing up in a full household, filled with other children, all older than him, he never felt comfortable talking to those from outside his family.

He knew that there were children his age that lived on the street, went to the same school as him, and even shared the same class as him. But, he just couldn't bring himself to go over and make friends.

He thought his family was enough, that he was enough.

One day, his mother came home in tears and proceeded to dress all her children in the color black.

Sachiro never liked the color black, or rather the shade of black. They drilled that into his head during art class, but he didn't care.

Black was the absence of color. Black is the mysterious color that is filled with the unknown.

Sachiro hated the unknown. He needed an answer to everything. Every answer he was given by his parents or older siblings was always followed with a why. It annoyed his family to no end, but he had no intention of stopping.

Everything had an answer.

But, his father said that black also represents strength, seriousness, power, and authority.

Black is a formal, elegant, and prestigious color.

He didn't know why he was wearing it to a funeral.
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They first met when they were five. It was actually at her father's funeral.

They were neighbors, so he had to attend seeing that his mother knew them.

Sachiro's eyes met the neighbors for the first time.

Her eyes were captivating. It was as if she held the world in her twinkling eyes.

From then on, Sachiro decided that he was not going to hide from the stranger next door anymore.

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He remembered feeling how her name flowed from his mouth for the first time after she introduced herself to him.

She had a beautiful name and he liked how it felt coming from his mouth.

He watched and listened as she felt his name from her lips, he felt oddly satisfied as his name came out.

She offered to lead him away from the chattering adults and older children.

Sachiro didn't hesitate to take her hand.

The girl next door reminded him of the color purple.

The color purple combines the calm stability of blue and the fierce energy of red.

Purple is the color of royalty, nobility, luxury, power, and ambition.

It represents creativity, wisdom, dignity, devotion, peace, pride, mystery, independence, and even magic— although magic isn't real, no matter how much they pretended it was.