Geez, I can't let a happy ending happen, can I? -Sigh.- Well, the first chapter sucks, but I promise it'll get better. This won't be as good as A Mix of Both. (No Ikarishipping story I write will ever be.) Still, I think I like where it's going. (I already have the ending figured out.) It's written in a similar style to AMoB, and I think that fans of AMoB will like it.
Anyway, there's a thread about this on my forum for questions/comments/suggestions. Check it out?
Don't own pokemon or any song lyrics that may come into play.
Enjoy my new fic, Flawless.
-So give me all your poison.
And give me all your pills-
-Thank You for the Venom, My Chemical Romance.
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Dawn stares at the small stick in her hands, not quite willing to believe what she's seeing.
Pink. That hateful, hateful color is now showing on the strip. The color that indicates she's now pregnant with Paul's child. The one color she's that always hoped would never see on one of these tests.
She slumps against the wall, beginning to tremble as tears blur her vision. Paul's told her before that he doesn't want children. And, quite frankly, she doesn't want them either.
So how had this happened? She always remembers her birth control pill, and they're always extremely careful around her fertile time.
Out of the three years they had traveled together, she can't remember ever missing a pill. Even if she had, Paul would never put her in danger of getting pregnant.
Still, the pill, like all things, has failing rates.
With another short sigh she rises from the wall and wipes her face before walking over to the bed. Their apartment in Sunnyshore overlooked the beach, and she could always see Paul walking home. Smiling slightly when she sees him, she places a protective hand around her stomach.
He walks through the door and her stomach does a flip-flop. With a cold smirk, he sits down on the bed next to her.
"Eager tonight, huh?"
She shakes her head, and his eyes harden.
"Paul, I'm pregnant."
Silence chills the room as his face drops it's always-stony expression. If it was because of anything but this, Dawn would've laughed. In almost an instant, the mask on his face re-forms. Standing up, he walks for the door, pausing in the doorframe.
"Get rid of it or don't bother coming back here."
The door slams as he walks out of their apartment, and she puts her head between her knees and cries. Cries for the child she might lose, and cries for the man who she's already lost in so many ways.