Dawn's Heartache.
In her luxury, penthouse, suite in the hustling city of Hearthome City sat a young girl, brushing the fur of a small and energetic Buneary that sat on her knee. As the little rabbit Pokémon cooed and gurgled contentedly, the young coordinator-cum-fashionista was lost in deep, contemplative, thought. She was enjoying being her Buneary's manager in the fashion world, and loved the several perks that came with it. But… it all felt quite hollow, with hardly anyone to share it with. She shared it with her Pokémon, and her mum, of course, but… her friends; Ash and Brock, were off travelling somewhere, and said that they didn't want her to feel obligated to contact them if she didn't have to. But she wanted to talk to them. She wanted to see them again. She wanted to get out there again. To travel. To adventure. Like the good old days. She, also, didn't have much of a love life. Buneary was getting date proposals left, right and centre. Dawn got the odd proposal herself, once in a while, but… none of them were, really, her type. She had her heart set on one person, and one person alone. An old rival of hers, who was always there when she least expected them. The one rival she never truly hated for any length of time. The one she still tried to stay in contact with. The one she sent a special present to, in the hopes that it would convey how she felt for them.