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Characters: Dawn, Ash and Touko.

Summary: To take care of two requests- one for Othelloshipping and the other for Pearlshipping- this is an Othelloshipping vs. Pearlshipping drabble. Enjoy!

Love In Four Acts

(Act One)

She was a girl with candy kisses and purple prose; he was a boy with a sweet tooth and no interest in poetry. Love shot across her sky like a meteor, melting the stars in the still-light sky and causing the yellow to smudge like Van Gogh's Starry Night- they were all twin-flame smiles and 'I-understand-you-completely' silences, though his stars hadn't quite melted yet. They were going to, though. She was sure of it.

One day, he left her on the sandy shore for a midsummer night's dream, cheek-kisses and promises of returning someday spoken with longing and sincerity.

She stood and watched him until he was out of sight.

(-When down her weedy trophies and herself/ Fell in the weeping brook-)

(Act Two)

She was a girl with stop-sign eyes and a siren's song; he was a boy with small-town trust and a love for music. Futile resistance and instantly-kindled chemistry smoldered into synchronized steps and hearts beating at the same rhythm. They called that girl a killer, but he called her a friend and maybe even something more.

Feelings surfaced in him when he found her with the king, and he cried to the purple-prose girl with the candy kisses, searching for her twin-flame smile.

When he found it, his stars half-melted.

And he told her that he was coming home.

(-Her clothes spread wide, and mermaid-like awhile they bore her up-)

(Act Three)

He came a week later to regretful glances and enough tears to drown him.

"She's dead."

"…"

"Ash, are you alright?"

"That can't be right. That's not right. What are you talking about?"

"She was out on the dock, and she fell and hit her head on the side of it. She never regained consciousness."

"No. That can't happen. Not to Dawn."

"I'm so sorry."

"…"

"Ash?"

"What?"

"I'm so sorry about Dawn."

"Why?"

"She's dead."

(-Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds/ As one incapable of her own distress-)

(Final Act)

The boy went back to Unova, and when he saw that girl with the stop-sign eyes he smiled so, so wide.

And he sought solace in her siren's song as he clung to her and cried.

(Angel, darling, it's been months.

(And guess what?

(She's still six feet under.)