"Are-are you b-breaking up with me?" Dawn stuttered.
Cynthia shrugged. "I don't know, we were never really dating. So, no hard feelings? Kay, bye."
Cynthia stood up and ran out of there as fast as she could, leaving Dawn alone on the bench. Dawn was frozen solid where she sat.
Never really dating? Dawn pondered. She felt her eyes water up and tears slowly fall down her cheeks.
Dawn pulled herself together enough to walk home, alone, from the park to Twinleaf. She walked quietly into her house, not wanting to wake her roommate, and closing the door when she reached her room. She broke down just inside the door and sobbed into her hands as she kneeled on the floor.
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That happened three months ago when Cynthia had broken up with her. Cynthia claimed that it was only because Dawn was sixteen and Cynthia was twenty-one and she didn't want to look like a pervert. Dawn knew it was a lie. She knew Cynthia had probably found some other poor soul to screw around with...literally.
But, it was all behind her now and she didn't even care what Cynthia was doing. Dawn had always pondered though, who could it be. As she thought about it, she gazed up at the beautiful sunset sky, splashed with colors of gold and orange.
Dawn opened the door to her apartment and saw something she never expected to see again. Arcanum, and old friend of hers from the days she traveled with pokemon, was standing in her living room, examining the room. She turned at the sound of the door and smiled, her usually cold, steel-gray eyes warm and happy.
Arcanum was older than Dawn, about twenty-one now. She had black pants on with a belt, a black undershirt, and blue hoodie. He black hair was pulled into a ponytail, but still had a few strands which stuck out.
"Hiya," Arcanum said, approaching Dawn. "miss me?"
"What are you doing here?" Dawn asked.
"What," Arcanum said, pouting. "I can't come visit an old friend?"
"Yeah," Dawn sighed. "but normal people call."
"I'm not normal." Arcanum countered.
"Point taken," Dawn thought, accepting the excuse. "how did you get in here anyway. How did you even find me?"
"Well," Arcanum began. "I found the key in the fake plant outside and Cynthia told me."
The name hurt like a thousand shard of glass piercing her skin. Cynthia. Dawn felt both sad and angry just hearing it. Her eyes began to water up, but it was unknown if they were from anger or sadness. Arcanum cocked her head to the side in confusion.
"What?" The older girl asked.
"Nothing," Dawn said, quickly regaining her composure in front of Arcanum. "exactly why did Cynthia tell you where I lived?"
"I dunno," Arcanum said, being no help what so ever. "She just said that since I was in town, I should come see you."
"Oh, she did?" Dawn said, putting the puzzle that Arcanum had missed together.
"Hm," Arcanum said in thought. "Whatever. I gotta go, see ya."
Arcanum waved and walked past Dawn and out the door. Dawn closed the door and faced the living room. Of course Arcanum wouldn't know anything. She was as oblivious as a bug on a windshield.
Arcanum being back, Cynthia breaking up with her, Arcanum 'breaking into' Dawn's apartment, and everything else. It was all so clear: Cynthia had broken up with Dawn for Arcanum. Dawn felt angry that the person responsible for breaking her heart was standing in front of her, and she didn't say anything. Although, she couldn't blame poor Arcanum, who obviously had no idea what was going on.
Dawn was so angry, that she didn't even consider that it might not be that at all, but she knew how to prove it. Dawn picked up her cell phone and dialed in Arcanum's number, which she had scribbled on a piece of paper and left for Dawn. The phone rang a couple of times before Arcanum picked up, her voice barely audible above the loud Linkin Park music.
"Hello?" Arcanum said.
"Arcanum?" Dawn asked into the phone.
"Yeah?" Arcanum replied into the phone.
"Arcanum," Dawn shouted. "Turn down the god damned music!"
The music was abruptly turned down and replaced with some mumbling about 'no one listening to real or good music nowadays.'
"What?" Arcanum barked into the phone.
"Hey, Arcanum," Dawn said. "have you and Cynthia seen each other in the past few months?"
"Yeah," Arcanum replied in her 'I'm thinking' voice. "She's been calling me non-stop for the past few months come to think of it. Why, Dawn?"
"Oh, no reason," Dawn said, trying to hide the evident anger in her voice. "Hey, you wanna hang out tomorrow?"
"Sure," Arcanum said. "Just don't make me bring this cell phone. She doesn't know the number to my other phone."
"Other phone?" Dawn asked.
"Trust me," Arcanum sighed. "If you only knew."
Arcanum hung up the phone and so did Dawn.
"Believe me," Dawn said, placing the phone on the table. "I do."
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The next day wasn't actually all that bad. Arcanum had picked Dawn up at her apartment with her black mustang. Then they drove to the park and walked around aimlessly for hours. Dawn enjoyed having someone pay so much attention to her since Cynthia. No, more than Cynthia. Arcanum had passed her and was still going strong into a new league.
She wasn't sure when, but Dawn realized something that afternoon. It might just have been the sunset, and the way it made her eyes change from steel-gray to various shades of gold, or the charming personality, or the way the sun captured her face, but Dawn felt herself falling, hard.
She would only admit it to herself when she was inside her apartment, alone. She sat on her bed and looked at her hands. They were covered in sweat. Her stomach felt like it was flipping backwards, and she was shaking. She hadn't felt this way since her first date with Cynthia.
"I'm in love with Arcanum," Dawn admitted. "Hopelessly in love."
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