Chapter nineteen: Fake

Prompt: #70 Bitter Silence

Universe: Gameverse

Rating: T+

A/N: Mature themes, mentions of sex... do NOT read if you are under 16 years of age.

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The morning was a cold one. It was raining like Kyogre decided to fly by, and to top it off, her bed was empty. Cynthia turned on her side and watched the rain through her window. She was bare from last night, but the person responsible for her current attire was not present. Her lover's clothes were absent from the floor, where they were thrown in a fit of passion and lust. Maybe even love, who knew?

The silence was agonizing. Back then, there would be murmurs and giggles, but now there was nothing. Just bitter, morose silence. Cynthia sat up and allowed the sheets to fall to her waist, burying her face in her hands. How long would they keep up this façade? This fake pretense that they were in love, that they had something special...

Cynthia knew Dawn enjoyed the sex, more than she did. The eighteen-year-old girl loved pleasuring the twenty-four-year-old woman, and she certainly loved to be pleasured. However, it was going on for far too long. Since she was fourteen, Dawn had taken a liking to Cynthia, and she to her as well. They had a healthy relationship at the beginning, going on dates in country cafés, strolling in the forests, swimming in the lakes... but, as Dawn grew older, her sex drive went higher.

By her seventeenth birthday, Cynthia sensed the sexual tension the teenager was hiding, and realized that she herself was also wanting to take another step. Sure, they made out sometimes, but it never went beyond light petting and groping. Cynthia always made sure to pull away, face red and breathing staggered, before things could get out of hand. Dawn sometimes whined, but never said anything to argue.

So they made love, in the privacy of Cynthia's apartment. Cynthia's eyes glazed over as she remembered Dawn's moans, the way her eyes would roll back in pleasure, her hips bucking up, her pants, the way she pulled her hair... She remembered feeling the warmth around her, the tightness and the sensation of total bliss, invincibility, like nothing would ever come between them...

But as Dawn grew more and more adapted to an active sex life, their time spent bonding was reduced to physical rather than spiritual and emotional. They rarely went out on dates: Dawn prefered a bed to a café. They didn't battle each other: Dawn liked battling her climax instead of her pokémon. They briefly had conversations but it always, always, ended up in sex. Always.

Cynthia thought their first time was special, something she'd treasure for the rest of her life. The way they'd cuddled afterward and relished in the warmth, the way Dawn gazed into her eyes and told her she loved her, the way her heart leapt out of her chest when Dawn kissed her passionately the following morning, getting up to make breakfast...

Cynthia sobbed into her hands, unwilling to believe that this was all that was left of her beloved; an empty husk, a shell only pleased by physical affection. Dawn only came to her home, filled with lust and passion. Cynthia reciprocated, not only because she didn't want to hurt her lover, but because she wanted it, too. She wanted to scream her lungs out, wanted to experience a sexual high every night, wanted to come with her head deeply buried into her pillows, Dawn straddling her, whispering empty words of love that didn't mean anything anymore...

Cynthia stood and pulled on her bathrobe, wiping away her tears. She decided it was time to end this farce. End things with Dawn before she was pulled in too deep and turned into her, too. She wouldn't allow this to continue, not while she was sane and healthy.

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Cynthia sipped her coffee as she sat in the café near Solaceon town. They had started to serve some variety as of late to attract more customers, but it didn't take away from their main attraction: Moo Moo Milk.

She was patiently waiting for Dawn to show up, tapping her foot to quell her nervousness. She glanced at the door when she heard the bell chime and her heart skipped a beat. It always did this whenever Dawn was close by. The aforementioned bluenette, soaked from the drizzle outside, smiled slightly and approached the blonde, fingers twitching. The memory of last night hadn't faded.

She sat opposite Cynthia and took her hand, intertwining their fingers. Cynthia gathered her courage and pulled her hand away, resting it on her lap. At this, Dawn gave a questioning look but Cynthia shook her head, bottom lip quivering.

There was a bitter silence that stretched then, bitter from Cynthia's end, not unlike the one she'd experienced this morning. Cynthia had never felt so powerless before in her life, gazing into Dawn's confident blue eyes. She was taller than the girl, older, wiser but the younger one was stronger than her.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, Cynthia gripped the warm coffee cup to keep her grounded. "Dawn... we need to talk."

"Yeah, you mentioned that over the phone. What's up?" Dawn asked worriedly, leaning forward. She refrained from touching the blonde, something Cynthia appreciated, since it would only dismantle her resolve.

"Dawn, I think we should... take a break," Cynthia muttered, breaking eye contact.

Dawn was shocked into silence, leaning back and staring wide-eyed while her heart broke. "Wha.. what?!"

Cynthia nodded. "We need to.. take a break and see what really matters to us. Dawn, I can't take this anymore," she whispered helplessly. Dawn's heart broke more at Cynthia's hopeless expression. "Every morning, I wake up feeling like I've been used, like trash. We don't go on dates, we don't talk, we don't battle.. we don't even make love! We just.. fuck each other, like there are no strings attached and no feelings involved. It's tearing me apart, watching you knock on my door, thinking you want some quality time with me. But then you grab me and I lose control, always lose control around you!"

"So I thought about it, after I woke up yet again to an empty bed and cold sheets... we need a break. I won't answer your calls, and I won't be home anymore to greet you," she whispered brokenly, standing up, "goodbye, Dawn. I love you, but this is it."

With tears in her eyes and a stiff posture, she walked out into the rain, a cup of coffee cooling on the table.