Dawn would find herself sitting in a small pub on a rainy day. The young woman sat alone in a small booth and table inside the small pub. Lightning and thunder flashed outside and people were wet with their umbrellas as they made their way inside. As she sat despite the loud chattering, happy faces, and gathering of a bunch of people with drinks- she couldn't help but to feel sad. The young woman dazily stared at the of ale, which in return was staring back at her.
She was deep in thought despite, the activities that were partaking around her.
Dawn was a rather short girl who sat quietly with her hands gripped around the mug filled to the top with ale. In that moment, she could think of nothing but her father. She must've done something wrong. She must've.... Somehow, she felt she had failed as a daughter to give her father truly what he desired. That desired thing, was something she could never figure out deep down as much as she thought. Nonetheless, she found herself in a busy and small pub doing nothing fun.
"Where did I go so wrong?" she'd think to herself quietly. Then she'd grow angry.
The young woman would clench her hands angrily around the mug and attempt to throw it at a nearby wall. The glass shattered into a million pieces. Thankfully, she had thrown it in a direction no one was near, but if someone had.....
"You are still going to pay for that you know?" the bartender would say and grab his dustpan and broom. He'd begin to come around from the bar and sweep. Dawn replied nothing in response to the question. And just nod quietly as if she comprehended. She was clearlly pissed. In an instance, like this one, Dawn would've apologized but she couldn't.
A moment later, she'd find herself, interrupted from her thoughts,"Hello?" she'd say more as of a question, starlted, instead of a warm greeting at someone who had approached her.
She was deep in thought despite, the activities that were partaking around her.
Dawn was a rather short girl who sat quietly with her hands gripped around the mug filled to the top with ale. In that moment, she could think of nothing but her father. She must've done something wrong. She must've.... Somehow, she felt she had failed as a daughter to give her father truly what he desired. That desired thing, was something she could never figure out deep down as much as she thought. Nonetheless, she found herself in a busy and small pub doing nothing fun.
"Where did I go so wrong?" she'd think to herself quietly. Then she'd grow angry.
The young woman would clench her hands angrily around the mug and attempt to throw it at a nearby wall. The glass shattered into a million pieces. Thankfully, she had thrown it in a direction no one was near, but if someone had.....
"You are still going to pay for that you know?" the bartender would say and grab his dustpan and broom. He'd begin to come around from the bar and sweep. Dawn replied nothing in response to the question. And just nod quietly as if she comprehended. She was clearlly pissed. In an instance, like this one, Dawn would've apologized but she couldn't.
A moment later, she'd find herself, interrupted from her thoughts,"Hello?" she'd say more as of a question, starlted, instead of a warm greeting at someone who had approached her.
