Ninety-eight

MELISSA’S POV

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“How do you know my name?” He asked, looking shocked.

“Dawn told me.” I said, watching his reaction.

“Dawn? Where is she?” He asked, with his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets.

“Uhm… About that, do you really need to know? Is she very important to you?” I asked, trying to avoid telling him what had really happened.

“Yeah, of course. I need to know. She mentioned my name to you. Where is she?”

I sighed and regretted that I had talked about Dawn, immediately he was brought in.

~flashback~

“Tell him that I would love to meet him again, and in my next life. And he should be strong enough to wield swords that would fight against the pain of life, and that I believe that he would make it out of here. I am Dawn.”

~back to reality~

“You know, I think you had a great friend, and if you doubted that she cared about you, don’t anymore. Sometimes, words are bottled up for a reason, and you can’t blame that.”

“What are you trying to say?” He asked as his voice broke down.

“Da