He turned around he looked pissed but it wasn't that bad. He looked into her eyes the whole time feeling stupid.
"Y'Know, thought you were being nice. Turns out you wanted to do way more things then be nice to me. You shouldn't even be in my face right now, at all. Its crazy how you could look me in the face and lie, its not even that. Just that I actually thought someone could tolerate me. Turns out you wanted me where no one could reach me. Get the hell out of my face, you don't deserve to look at it and lie to it."
"T-t-thank you..."
She pulls out her phone and scrolls through it, then shows a photo. It's her when she was younger-she's at a circus...performing. There's a person tied up on a spinning target-as she aims a knife just above his head, all of her focus clearly on that one spot, eyes narrowed in determination. There's several knives already in the target, inches away from the person, and although she hasn't thrown this knife yet Dawn can tell-she didn't miss.
"T-this...this was me."
