Paul walked down the streets of Veilstone City, just hoping that it would be the day he saw a familiar head of blue hair, but alas, he arrived back at his home with no luck.
It had been six years since Dawn left him, and he still felt just as lost. He was angry. He didn't get a chance to talk to her one last time before she left, and he would never get that chance ever again since it seemed like she was never returning.
His heart ached for his troublesome blunette to come back to him. He missed her and would do anything to get her back. If only she hadn't walked in on what was happening that day six years ago. It looked as if he was cheating, but that wasn't the case. Some crazy fan had broken into his house as he was napping and began to assault him. Dawn just happened to walk in at a very inconvenient time.
He still remembers her face. The way the light in her eyes dulled at seeing him in the position he was in. Then he remembers what she said. She was dumping him and leaving, then she turned and left. Just like that. He didn't even get a chance to speak.
He had ran after her once he got the random fangirl off of him, but he was too late. She sped down the street and out of his life.
Paul tried to keep up with her mother, Johanna. It turned out that Dawn just left without telling anybody anything. Her mother was just as clueless as he was to what was going on. Six years down the road, and they still had no idea where that troublesome blunette was.
He missed her. Paul missed her so much. Anytime he saw someone with blue hair, he would hope it was Dawn, coming back home, but it never was. He still hoped that one day it would be her, but it seemed as if that was never going to happen.
Paul collapsed onto his bed and sighed. Turning his head, he saw the framed picture he kept of the two of them. It was from their first date. She was smiling like a child on Christmas morning and he was just looking at her with a small hint of a smile gracing his features. He sighed again and held his head in his hands as he felt the tears come again.
Here he was, crying over a girl that left him six years ago. "Pathetic," he murmured to himself a he dried his eyes. Looking back at the photograph, he whispered "oh Dawn, where did you go?"