"Feeling better?" Zenith asked, thick concern laced his voice when he handed her a glass of water to calm her nerves.
"Thank you," Dawn mumbled, she took the glass and gulped down the water to moisten her throat. She had been crying for two hours straight for no reason at all, but at the same time, she felt justified to feel extremely sad for the memories that flashed across her mind.
What was that? It felt like she had gone through a lifetime of misery.
"How are you feeling?" Zenith reached out to caress her head, but Dawn flinched away from his touch out of instinct. Zenith's hand stilled and then he dropped it.
"I- I am fine, but can you leave me alone for a while?" Dawn asked, as she fiddled with her fingers. She didn't want to look at Zenith. She felt this deep, intense anger rising within her.
