She left three days before Christmas.
It was, all things considered, not her smartest idea, regarding the fact that she hadn't bought any presents yet and Veilstone was probably the best place to go Christmas shopping, but Dawn had the feeling it was better this way.
This city, this life wasn't hers. Neither were the people and it's common sense that every fun has to come to an end sooner or later.
She didn't look at her departure with sorrow or regret, but with a warm feeling beneath her chest, and took all the good memories with her as a keepsake.
"Don't you dare come back next year," he warned, scowling fiercely, as she packed her things.
"I won't," she assured him, smiled—
("For I promise nothing and that I will keep.")
and she said this with so much force, he began to wonder just when she had become such a dreary grown-up.