Day and day again, another inconvenience was placed before her eyes. This time in the form of a troublesome human being who didn't seem to grasp the concept of rejection.

Everybody had probably already catched on that the last thing Dawn wanted was to be all lovey-dovey with everybody. Her every move was carefully curated into the person everybody knew and hated.

A peculiar somebody just didn't seem to get it. It became really frustrating to get you off her back. With every hug you tried to give her, she dodged, a love letter sent by you? She shredded it without another thought.

The efforts you had put into it all was just another after thought to her that she'd rather dismiss. Dawn had thought she'd made it pretty clearly that her sole purpose was to exist alone among all these people. It wasn't like she was better than any of them. She'd just rather not be lumped in with any of them.

Still. With another shot after shot. You did not seem to give up. It didn't look like you were planning on it either, either stupidly misguided or just persistent, and she didn't like any of it.

No? Dawn wasn't going to give you her number. She wouldn't even dream of it in a million years. She didn't care about the playlist you built up so you could dance with her. It would never stop in the first place. And, no, she didn't want you to take her home. She wouldn't even let you within an inch of her house.

Dawn was so lost and confused when she came home, and a bouquet of dark red roses stood in front of her door. She was surprised at how it didn't get stolen and took it inside, reading the small card that came along with it. As if some old poet had come to life to write her something so.. corny. You've done everything in your power to try and convince her to befriend you or take a romantic liking to you. Yet, your intentions still seemed unclear to her.

"Tch, how stupid can you be?" Dawn's normally pale complexion, reddened in comparison as she threw away the card and kept the roses, just because she found them pretty.