D for Dawn
Dawn sat to the hill watching the moon reflect off the surface of the lake. She heard a rustle of leaves behind her and turned to see her travelling partner walking towards her.
"Troublesome, what are you doing up so late?" he asked standing beside her.
Dawn sighed. "I'm just thinking... About my Dad," she said, and her voice cracked slightly.
Paul sat down. "I prefer not to think about my father, he was an idiot," he said gruffly.
Dawn's eyes turned back to the lake. "You know without him I wouldn't be called Dawn," she said fondly.
Paul stared back at her, watching her in the moonlight. He then turned to the lake as well, closing his eyes and smirking. "I guess I have to thank him then."
"Why?"
Paul turned back to her. His smirk was now the smallest smile, but to Dawn it was clear as day. "He gave you the most beautiful name in the world, it's a shame he didn't live to see you now."
Dawn smiled back at him, a small watery smile as she tried to fight the tears making their way to the surface. "Yeah. But here's a question for you, why don't you ever call me Dawn?"
Paul formed a smirk again as he answered. "By calling you Troublesome, I remember you and rile you up."
Dawn huffed. "Pfft, whatever."
She yawned and began to drift off into a peaceful sleep. As Dawn leaned over Paul pulled her closer to him and her head rested on his shoulder. Paul too fell asleep not much later. Both staying in that one position until the break of dawn.