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Daybreak Hunt	By : Ephemeral_Linen Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 10624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All tights go to Nintendo. I do not own anything related to the Pokémon franchise. I do this for fun and my own personal enjoyment and nothing else. I do not make profit of this either.

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Greetings. It has been a while, has it not? I have been busy this summer with family members getting married, family members dying, moving out of the house and dealing with my school and my job. Needless to say, it has been hectic. Anyways, here the next chapter and please forgive the delay.
On another note, you may notice a few “spelling” errors in Fantina’s dialogue. That’s deliberate; those are French words.
- Ephy
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The day of the party rolled, turning Twinleaf down upside down. Not just Twinleaf however but the entirety of the Sinnoh region. Soon, the event and everything about it, entered the news. Truly, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. After all, it was not every day that Fantina the fabulous would invite the entire region over to see her perform. Although the hype for this event was unreal.
But regardless of Dawn’s opinion, she was still going and that was it. But what should she wear? Dawn looked through her closet, not finding much outside some old dresses from eons ago along with some of her grandmother’s stuff. She sighed with the thought of going out to buy something, knowing how packed the street would be, not to mention the shops. Taking a pink princess-like dress and shoving it back into the closet, she closed it and headed downstairs. Maybe she should have bought one a few days earlier instead of worrying about-
“Dawn, dear? Come here for a second, would you?” Johanna called from the staircase, prompting Dawn to go downstairs. Her mother stood in the middle of the floor, wearing a black dress with an X-like design near the top. It reached right underneath her knees. It looked quite good on her. “What do you think? Can I still wear this?”
A low chuckle escaped Dawn. “Of course. You look amazing, mom.”
Johanna’s eyes gleamed with pure joy as she did a twirl with the dress, feeling like she was on top of the world. For a woman in her age, she still looked stellar. In an alternative world, it would not surprise her if a certain someone found her attractive, hence his ‘friendship’ with her. Speaking of which, it had always irked Dawn how her mother never pursued a relationship again up until now after that asshole known as ‘father’. Her mother deserved way better than this, after everything he had done.
“Dawn!” Johanna’s voice suddenly broke through, bringing the bluenette back to reality. She focused her eyes on her mother, who held a dress in her hands. It was a soft pink lace dress that reached just above the knees. Two thin straps seemed to hold the entire thing together, should it clad a female body. But needless to say, it was cute. “I bought this a few days back but as you can see, I’m too old for this.” Johanna smiled, walking towards her daughter with the dress. “I think it would look cute on you.”
Without much of a hassle, Dawn got dressed, leaving her casual clothes on her mother’s bed. Indeed, it was a perfect fit. Perhaps too perfect? It had been years since she had worn something this pretty; it almost felt like it was too beautiful for someone like her. How sad of her to think like that. Did one’s self-esteem dwindle with age, she wondered.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted the mother-daughter pair. Dawn feared the worst as she saw a wide smile on her mother’s lips. That could only mean one thing. He was here. A grimace crept over Dawn’s face as she went down to the bed and sat down, defiant and grumpy. Low muffled voices came from the front door, not that Dawn particularly cared for what they were talking about. It was not before her mother suddenly called out for her.
“Dawn, come out please!”
Great, just fan-fucking-tastic, Dawn internally raged as she begrudgingly rose from the bed and exited the bedroom. Lo and behold ‘Mr. Chiri’ stood there, his expression just as animated like that of a dead Magikarp. Dawn tried to ignore his piercing gaze, that kept staring her down, whereas her mother seemed to revel in the chance of showing off. “Mr. Chiri is watching the house while we’re gone. I thought he should get the courtesy of seeing us since he won’t be joining us tonight.”
A forced, unconvincing smile appeared on Dawn’s lips. “O-oh. Is that so?”. She wanted to barf. And would he just stop staring at her! She looked away, focusing her gaze somewhere else.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Johanna said, clapping her hands together. Her eyes gleamed with happiness when a small smirk, not much sincerer than Dawn’s fake happiness appeared on Cyrus’ face. How her mother failed to see the insincerity was beyond Dawn.
“No problem,” Cyrus said. “I’m not much of a party animal myself.”
No shit. He was a real bore, when not plotting to make time and space his bitches.
“I’d love to keep chatting but we really have to prepare ourselves for the evening.” Johanna smiled warmly, turning her eyes towards Dawn.
“It’s perfectly fine. Just take your time.”
He didn’t need to say that twice before Dawn quickly headed towards the staircase and made way for the bathroom. Finally, she had some level of privacy. Why of all times, did he had to come by now? Dawn had a hard time being fully comfortable in this dress and him ogling her like that didn’t help one bit. She kneeled down and searched through the cabinets, finding a hairbrush. She needed to get her mind off on other things, like what hairstyle to wear. Currently, her hair was almost straight aside from a lock tied into a flat ponytail at the back. She removed the hairclip and proceeded to position her hair in all sorts of styles.
“Letting your hair lose works fine as well.” Cyrus’ voice came out of nowhere, almost giving her a heart attack.
“What the fuck? What are you doing here?!” She hissed, mindful of her mother hearing her. But the biggest problem was what Cyrus was doing here in the first place. Silent as the grave, Dawn let her hair loose and took a reluctant look into the mirror.
Curses, it did look better.
“Your mother asked me to find some things for her. A hairbrush, I believe.” He said, entering the bathroom without an ounce of courtesy. What in the world was he thinking? Who was he to wander around in her house as he pleased? It was unreal.
It was almost like he reminded her of someone. Someone like her father….
“Here.” Dawn scowled as she handed him a hairbrush hidden away in the cabinet. Now if he would just take the stupid brush and leave.
In actuality, it was pointless for her to wish for anything good happening as their previous encounters had only played in his favor. If karma existed, it sure had a cruel sense of morality. Instead of actually looking at him, she kept her eyes on her mirror image. She hated the fact that he was right in regard to her hair. What did he know about such things anyway? Dawn made a mental note to pull it into a low ponytail, just to spite him.
She could feel the brush slipping out of her grasp. That meant that he had gotten what he came for. Now the only thing was for him to leave her alone. But instead, he came closer to her. So close in fact that when she tried to look away, she could still catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror.
Suddenly, she felt the sensation of Cyrus’ hand brushing against her back. For a man so cold, his hand was surprisingly warm. His hand traveled to her lower back, right above her behind. As surprising as it was, Dawn was more baffled and frustrated at her inability to slap his hand away. Despite the pleasant tingles that ran down her back, this was still wrong after all.
“You said you wouldn’t touch a minor,” Dawn said, hoping to get Cyrus off balance. She doubted that would help in the long run. However, victory was not so farfetched as he brought his groping to an abrupt stop.
“In regards to intercourse.” He said after a long pause. His hand was still planted right above her ass like he owned her.
“Yo-you never mentioned that.”
What was the meaning of this? He mentioned ‘going any further’, not just intercourse only. Did he just now change the rules as an excuse to grope her as he pleased?! Screw ‘her wanting to be satisfied’, he was the true predator here!
“If you knew about evolution as a ten-year-old, I’m sure you’d have figured this out.”
“It’s not a matter of ‘figuring shit out’. It’s the law… and your ethics-Hey!” Dawn flinched as she felt the skirt of her dress being pulled up and Cyrus’ hand slipping underneath her panties. It tickled terribly, even when he simply held her ass. Her breathing grew rigid as Cyrus moved his hand, caressing her bare hip. And just as quick as he had groped her, his hand slipped right outside of her panties, leaving Dawn to hang once more. At this point, she was certain that he got a kick out of it.
“Is everything all right? Johanna called out from the staircase, indirectly rescuing her daughter from Cyrus’ presence. As soon as her mother had yelled from the staircase, he left the bathroom without even as much as a half-assed glance in Dawn’s direction.
Did he really just see her as a fleshlight to be manipulated and treated as it pleased him? Dawn didn’t expect much, given the circumstances and still, she was disappointed.
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The Contest Hall was packed to the brim with people in masks, as one would expect. Excited but also wary of the sheer amount of people, Dawn made sure to stay close to her mother at all times as they entered the Hall. Her mother wore a Finnion mask, that almost went well with her dress whereas Dawn, had found a lone Cresselia mask on their way to the event. Since no one bothered with it, Dawn bought it, earning a few judging gazes from her mother, who would much rather have her wear something more "relevant".
It was hard to take note of the interior of the place but Dawn quickly noticed Fantina alongside other household names in the Pokémon Contest community. As soon as enough people had gathered, amazing as it might seemed, the Gym Leader began her opening speech.
“Bonne soirée, citizens of Sinnoh and welcome!” As she spoke, the Hall suddenly went eerily silent. “It is an honorer to be performing for you all on this wonderful evening. Please, enjoy this event and let us all have a merveilleux time tonight!” Fantina finished her speech with all of her signature dramatic flair and broken foreign language. As soon as she had spoken, the crowd went wild with applause and whistling, which somehow only grew louder as the other performers entered the scene and the first show began.
Tough luck for Dawn, as she was stuck behind some gentleman, who was so tall that he obscured all view from her. Or maybe, it was because Dawn was still relatively petite. Either way, she tried to shift her position around, to get a better view but to no avail. Meanwhile, her mother was hypnotized by the show, her eyes wide with excitement and it would be cruel of Dawn to ask for a shift of positions since they were around the same height.
As the show came towards an end, the crowd began to dissolve at an alarming rate as Dawn felt herself moving with a current of people. Noticeably people taller and bigger than her. For a young adult, she was what many could consider petite and with that bit of self-awareness, it suddenly didn’t sound too strange when she thought about how Cyrus overpowered her.
She hated it.
Sulking deep in her thoughts, she tried to ignore being pushed around like a boulder and the awful rush in her stomach that it gave her. She felt nauseous, short of breath, ready to collapse at any given moment. She hated crowds and she hated parties.
Where in blazes was her mother?!
“Son of a bitch!” Dawn cursed under her breath, feeling another rush of panic wash over her as an elbow to the face knocked her mask off. She stalled for a moment, rubbing the sore spot on her temple when it suddenly occurred to her that her face was exposed. Frantic, Dawn tried her best to search for the damn thing
Suddenly, without notice, a hand reached out to her, holding her mask. Dawn blinked a couple of times, then looked up to meet eyes with a stranger, dressed in a black cloak. They looked like they were ready to explore the coldest depths of Snowpoint City. Green hair rested on their shoulders and obscuring their face, was a Cofagrigus mask. It looked rather eerie, given their overall appearance but regardless, they did return Dawn’s mask and even if they appeared unnaturally gloomy, they seemed to be polite.
“Oh, uh, thank you.” She said, trying to force a sincere smile but in reality, she was just moody over receiving a blow to the face and not getting an ounce of acknowledgment. She grabbed the mask, thankful over the stranger’s kindness as well as the miracle that was a lack of any damages. Now less panicked, Dawn quickly turned to the stranger in order to ask them about her mother but they had vanished. Flabbergasted, the bluenette stood for a couple of seconds, trying to find the stranger once more but they were simply gone.
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As time passed, people began to leave so it became easier to move around not to mention, Dawn could now see the net performances, a fact that pleased her somewhat. After the third performance or so, Dawn headed towards the far end of the hall, seeing how the staircase was cleared, so she could get some fresh air and feel less like dying. Honestly, this whole thing made her head hurt, and it reminded her why she hated such events, to begin with. Even when Fantina was such a blast to watch as a performer, it still didn’t sweeten the fact that Dawn already felt drained from the whole party.
Even still, a childish side of her refused to outright leave as her mother remained to be found and Fantina still hadn’t performed yet.
“Hey.” An unfamiliar male voice created Dawn as she stood literally inches away from the staircase. She sighed with silence before turning around to see whoever had come to bother her.
“Hello.” She smiled, albeit with bitterness and salt. Just as she had expected, a stranger around her age now stood before her. Part of her was disappointed that it wasn’t the stranger from earlier. If that would have been the case, she would be less bitter in general. All she wanted was fresh air, not be flirted with by some asshole.
“So, what is such a pretty thing such as yourself up to?” he asked, playing it forward. He leaned against the wall and invading her personal space at the same time.
Great, it was gonna be one of those situations. However, Dawn decided to play it cool, not feeling bitter enough to be outright snarky. She backed up a bit, her feet touching the first step of the stairway to freedom. Something told her that he’d probably leave her alone if she came off as dull as possible.
“What makes you think that I’m pretty? There could be a real nightmare under this mask.” She said with all the dryness of ten deserts.
“I doubt it. I saw your face earlier. But,” he paused, the sleaziness dripping from his voice. If sexual desire had a color, it’d likely be pink and this guy would be drenched in it.
“Mind if I take a look again?” he asked, clearly not waiting for an answer; consent was a mortal enemy to people like him. Without warning, he reached out to grab Dawn’s mask but the bluenette quickly jumped to the first step.
“Aw, don’t be shy.”
“Excuse me but what are you doing to my fiancé?” yet another voice asked, however this time, Dawn immediately recognized it and she thanked external forces for their blessings. As from sent from someone, who heard her prayers, Lucas suddenly appeared, causing the man to step back. Unprompted, he wrapped an arm around Dawn’s waist, pulling her close as to signify his dominance. He smiled at her before shifting his attention to the sleazeball.
“Sorry sir but I’d prefer it if you leave her alone. You don’t want me to beat me into a bloody pulp, now do you?”
“…Shit.” The man spat before quickly backing off, sending a mean glance towards Lucas. As soon as he had left, Lucas let go of Dawn, sighing deeply as if he had just passed a test.
Ecstatic, Dawn turned to him with a bright smile on her face. “That was amazing. I can’t thank you enough. You saved my ass. Literally.”
“Oh, don’t mention it. To be honest, I’d be doomed if he actually had the guts to brawl me. I am as weak as they come.” Lucas said as he put the Chimchar mask on.
“Wanna go to the balcony?”
“Sorry, Dawn. I’ve got a long day tomorrow with Professor Rowan.” He laughed rather nervously. In all those years, he still worked as an assistant for the professor. Now that Dawn thought about it, it had always been in Lucas’ gene to help others, like how he taught her about the art of catching Pokémon and showed her stupid young self the various facilities.
In every essence of the word, Lucas was what others would consider a gentleman. Dawn made a mental note of spoiling him someday as a token of gratitude.
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‘The air of the night and the cool small breezes felt a true blessing. Not to mention that the balcony was relatively large and the fact that there were only a small handful of people present, only highlighted its size. However, it didn’t matter, as Dawn quickly made way to the far end, leaning against the railing. The pounding in her head cleared somewhat, and she felt less like dying now.
“Happy birthday.” A low grueling voice suddenly said behind, throwing Dawn into a state of brief shock. “Holy shit!” she breathed out, almost jumping in place. She quickly looked behind her, only to see Cyrus wearing a Giratina mask. In terms of clothing, it was as mundane as ever. But the bigger question was, what was he doing here?
Dawn cleared her throat. “How about not jumpscaring me like that next time? Besides, weren’t you supposed to watch the house?”
Cyrus showed no concern about how he treated Dawn, shrugging his shoulders as he walked up next to her. He removed the mask from his face. The light of the Contest Hall that cast light on his back, hid his face in a shadow. He looked more frightening than endearing.
“Indeed, I was but I came to check up on you.” Was he referring to that douchebag from earlier?
“Thanks, I guess.” She sighed, unnerved by how close he stood to her. She could practically hear him breathing, no matter how low it actually was. The clock had passed midnight; she was eighteen; she was legal. But was she ready? Rubbing her arms, Dawn stepped a little closer to the edge of the balcony, resting her hands on the reeling. “You chose a Giratina mask How symbolic. Or should I say edgy?”
“Your choice, I don’t care.”
“Of course, you don’t.” Dawn rolled her eyes. She leaned a bit, relaxing her body. Who could imagine that heels were so exhausting to wear? A round of silence befell the balcony as the pair stood and looked over the darkness of Amity Park. The cold soon got to her and she rubbed her arms some more in an attempt to warm herself. On the other hand, she could feel the warmth radiating from Cyrus and she desperately fought the urge to hug him. But somehow, her thoughts were heard as Cyrus suddenly stood right behind her, his hands placed on her shoulder. They were warm; he was warm. Dawn could have melted right then and there. This wasn’t good, she was already falling apart before anything had really happened, her vulnerability leaking through. “I…” She trailed off. “I want to wait until we get home.”
“…Thought so.” He said, his voice low and husky. Shivers ran down Dawn’s spine as a deep part of her begged for him to keep talking. She squeezed her legs together as her skin got ten times more sensitive. Desperate, she bit her lip in order to stop those cursed words for falling off her lips. Dear Arceus, please tell me that he didn’t notice, she thought, hoping that fate had any mercy left for her.
“Consider it a birthday present from me then.” He said, his tone of voice remained unchanged. It was hard for Dawn to ignore the sensations running through her body. Slowly, she felt his hands sliding off her shoulder along with the warmth and every single nerve in her body screamed for his return. The way that he teased her like this was unbearab, e to put it mildly. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to scold him when suddenly she found herself alone. Cheeky bastard got away.
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“There you are!” Johanna greeted her daughter, who had finally returned from the balcony. She placed her hands on her shoulder. “Where in the name of Arceus have you been?”
“Mom.” Dawn breathed out, her nerves still tingling from the event and her mother’s maternal touching didn’t help one bit. “I-I was outside, getting some fresh air.” Dawn was well aware of how spaced, she appeared but her mind just couldn’t pull it together. She prayed that the encounter had been an illusion but it felt too real to be fake. How absolutely pathetic that she was this defeated, even before Cyrus had gone to town with her.
The slew of emotions must had been written all over her face as Joanna asked with a worried tone. “Honey, is everything all right? You look kinda off.”
“I’m kinda tired. When does Fantina’s performance start?”
“Right now, in fact.”
Finally, Dawn thought to herself. She and her mother headed as close to the rows as possible, to make sure that they would get an unobstructed view. Soon, the lights dimmed and Fantine prepared her performance with Loony, her Driftblim. As expected, it was a beautiful show filled with grace. Dawn felt less like disintegrating once the show had ended. The Contest Hall boomed with noise as the audience applauded the Gym Leader, showering her in praise and admiration.
“Merci beaucoup! Merci!” She waved to the audience and the crowd went even wilder. At some point, it got a tad too much for Dawn so she inched her way through the crowd, her mother following right behind her. Thankfully the crowd had lessened since the opening of the event and Dawn felt like she could finally move freely without fearing another elbow to the face.
“Dawn, dear. Slow down!” Her mother protested behind the bluenette. Soon, they neared the exist of the Contest Hall. It seemed that several people were also leaving at this time, satisfied after having watched a majestic performance.
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It was an hour after midnight and one hour into Dawn’s life as a legal adult, once they got back to Twinleaf. Not strangely, there was still some light inside the houses at it would seem that other townsfolks had also returned from the grand event or had watched it at home as it was being televised. Dawn’s house just happened to be one of the illuminated ones. As her mother fumbled with the doorknob, Dawn decided to take off her shoes as they were currently killing her.
Walking home from Hearthorne City was no joyride.
She followed behind their mother as they walked through front door and not strangely enough it was open. Once they walked inside, they were met with a deafening silence. Still it was no secret that someone was there as the little Eevee greeted them in the small entrance. It let out a small cry.
“Hello there.” Johanna said with a smile as she stepped out of her high heels. Once her mother had disappeared from the hallway, Dawn tried sticking her foot in Cyrus’ shoes, which had been neatly put away under the shelf.
As she had suspected, they were fairly warm.
A grimace crept over her face as she ventured inside her house. Sneaky bastard just barely managed to get back in time. She saw him sitting at the kitchen table, in the middle of a conversation with her very enthusiastic mother although Cyrus didn’t look remotely interested. It was a pity that her mother didn’t get the hint.
“It was an utmost wonderful party.” Dawn heard her mother say. She saw her hands caress his shoulder like a doting housewife. It made the bluenette nauseous by thinking about it. Theoretically, Cyrus would have been considered too young to be a father for a girl her age but then again, seeing how her mother interacted with him left a lot to be desired.
And more importantly; she didn’t need another father in her life. One was enough or rather; one too many.
“I could imagine that.” Cyrus said. If he intended to imitate genuine human emotion, he failed badly. Occasionally, he looked at Dawn, who merely shot him an angry glare while her mother chirped away about how amazing the party hand been.
“I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” Dawn sighed, sounding grimmer than she intended to. She wanted to hug her mother as a “thank you” for even bothering with someone like her but considering how Cyrus occupied her living room, she couldn’t bring herself to show any weaknesses.
“Thanks for the birthday gift by the way.” She said instead with the sincerest smile, she had given in ages. It felt good to be happy for once.
“Don’t mention it, dear.” Johanna finally let go of Cyrus, waving towards her daughter. As Dawn was about to ascend the staircase with satisfaction, her mother stopped her halfway. “Oh, before you go too far away, would you mind showing our guest, the spare bedroom?”
A sinking feeling emerged in the pit of Dawn’s stomach and she resisted the urge to scream “NO” in her mother’s face. Apparently, it was not enough that this man had free reins to wander around in their house as it pleased him but now, he also had a free ticket to sleep here, right across Dawn of all places. But that was not what angered her the most; it was the room in which he was supposed to stay in.
“That is if he even wants to stay.” The bluenette said, hiding her inner frustrations exceptionally well. She begged for Arceus to make him decline so she didn’t have to present her private space to him, and more importantly be reminded of that awful place.
“Very well. It can be arranged.” Cyrus said, looking at Dawn as if he had red her thoughts. Dawn almost fell to her knees in defeat with her inner voice screaming a loud “NO” in pure anger and defiance.
“Wonderful! Now, sleep well, you two.” Johanna said as she rubbed her feet, presumably from the high heels. Admittingly Dawn’s feet hurt as well and she couldn’t wait to rest for night.
“You too.”
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Ascending the staircase and having to acknowledge the room across her own was more of an endurance test than anything, Dawn had ever experienced. She felt sicker to her stomach with each step that she took. It didn’t help the unnerving feeling of Cyrus’ presence looming behind her. If she would have to acknowledge the only source of joy, it would me the Eevee walking by her side, sniffing to everything. The house itself wasn’t very large, so they soon stood in front of her father’s old study. A place that held many bad memories and unpleasant flashbacks. She had learned to ignore it after all these years but now when she had to show it to her mortal enemy, she felt like the old wounds of times long gone, began to reopen.
“Here.” Dawn jerked her head towards the closed door. She stepped aside as Cyrus grabbed the handle and opened the door. The scent of her father still lingered in the room, making Dawn nauseous so she stepped towards her own bedroom, staring at nothing to avoid looking inside. There was nothing to see anyway; the study had not been touched since her father left.
“This room… it hurts you, does it not?” She heard him say, his voice lower than usual.
“No.”
To say, it “hurt” her would be an understatement. It didn’t only hurt her, it ate away of her psyche. She had just begun to suppress all these fucked up memories when suddenly, she had to stare them all back in the face. Like a black void bearing all the dark, cold evil of humanity.
“You’re an awful liar.”
“Shut up!” Dawn hissed a lot louder than intended, yet Cyrus stood unfazed by her temper.
“Dawn, dear? Is everything all right?” Johanna called from the staircase.
“Everything is right, mom.” The bluenette said as a sense of déjà vu washed over her.
“…Guess I was right.”
“Get off your high horse and go into that room before I kick you in there!”
“You really are nothing like your mother.”
Instead of letting her impulses take control and shout at him for his owns faults, she instead took a deep breath and turned her back to him, entering her own room and slamming the door in his face. Once inside, she let her body slide down the door in defeat and buried her face in her hands.
No, Dawn was nothing like her mother. She did not have her mother’s charisma or charm, or infectious positivity, that had made her so beloved by many. She had not even tried to get her heart broken, mostly because she hated the very idea of opening said heart up for anyone. If Johanna was considered the perfect woman, then Dawn was the imperfect clone and she didn’t need Cyrus to stand there and remind her of all that.
Apparently, she had inherited everything wrong with her father except the lack of empathy.
Rising from the floor, Dawn dragged her body to the bed where she pulled off her dress and let it fall to the ground. Only standing in her underwear, she removed the earrings and whatever accessories that she was wearing and put them on the nightstand before crawling into bed. Because Dawn was young and carefree in her early years, she had demanded a double bed, once she turned eight so she could feel like a princess. But once, she got around to sleep in it, she felt very much isolated and alone, like a small fish in an ocean.
Now wasn’t much different
Dawn covered herself with the blanket, unable to sleep as her thoughts were running wild. She was now a legal adult and that was the least of her worries. What occupied her the most was the promise that Cyrus had made to her. She couldn’t help but to feel that all chances had practically been thrown out the window after she snapped at him.
Soon the door to her bedroom creaked open and Dawn held he breath, her heartbeat increasing in rate. Feeling the flood of bad memories drowning her, she instinctively sat up and reached for the nightlamp as quickly as she could.
However, once the light revealed the form of Cyrus, she was instantly calm again, albeit feeling awkward.
“Oh, it’s just you.” She said, rather off-tone. She was still grumpy after their last exchange and refused to let any sense of joy escape her body. Instead, Dawn covered herself with the blanket and moved awy as Cyrus sat on the edge of the bed.
“Who else should it be? I made you a promise, did I not?”
Correct. The time had come.
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