Characters: Dawn.
Genre: Angst, Tragedy.
Shipping: Ikarishipping.
Notes: This was made when I felt kind of numb, just bored, not sad though. Psh, I've already been through depression. Oh, and I've made her relate a little to Misa from Death Note.
Dawn used to adore Valentine's Day.
She liked it because she liked love. She knew life was all about love. No matter who you were, life was based upon it, and she clutched onto that belief like it was her heartbeat. No, it was her heartbeat.
For a very pretty girl with a successful life ahead of her, it wasn't odd this girl held such an enormous amount of faith to her heart.
It was odd when she lost it.
The blunette girl wore tattered jeans and an old childhood t-shirt, and still, she was the picture of beauty. She also wore a numb, bland expression that didn't picture her personality right.
She absentmindedly walked throughout the streets of Twinleaf Town, eyeing the stores lining the streets with an eerie gaze. It was a haunting feeling to know that she once enjoyed shopping. Her azure orbs portrayed a strange emotion that was difficult to comprehend. It was possible that it wasn't possible to comprehend.
The one thing that stood out the most was that this girl wasn't wearing her favorite triangular clips in her hair, or her pink and white beanie hat. The absence of these accessories portrayed her more like a middle-aged woman despite her true youth.
No one seemed to notice a coordinator who won the Grand Festival was walking by them.
Dawn had won the festival, but it didn't feel right. It felt pointless. Her life felt pointless.
A passerby would somehow catch her eye, immediately looking away. Her gaze was petrifying; terrifying. She walked with a movement that deemed her as elegant, but not graceful. It felt as if if you touched her she would shatter to pieces.
But no, Dawn was certainly not tainted glass to be broken. There was a reason for that.
There was nothing left to be broken.
The pieces were shattered, scattered, long lost.
And sometimes the heart can never truly be healed.
Paul had started as a miniscule in her life, slowly growing to the point where that was all her world had consisted of. She was a happy girl who always was at heart, but her heart only grew bigger when she found that her love was not unrequited.
She never considered the possibility of him leaving.
No, not leaving, not...death.
But it was the ugly truth, and confronting it had blown her mind, shattered her heart to pieces, and made her cry until there were no more tears and her stomach and head and everything hurt.
It hurt so bad.
It hurt so bad to know that she could have called one last time.
But it didn't hurt anymore.
A picture perfect Valentine's Day couple strolled past Dawn, giggling and whispering like an ocean's melody.
Dawn's numbness fought off jealousy, or any other emotion that she dared try to feel. It felt strange, to have the tears flowing down her cheeks so much, but no feeling the pit of sorrow that she was in for so long.
No, it was because she was beyond the pit. She was underground, unable to be rescued.
No one ever noticed her, and that was probably because she wasn't Dawn anymore.
Without him to acknowledge her, who else would?
So when she flung herself off the tower, she knew that she would be awaiting nothing in the darkness below.
She only clutched on to the mere fact that it was Valentine's Day in her heart as she succumbed below.
Some would say a beautiful life was just thrown away, but really, what was the purpose of a life when you had nothing to live for?
