… which is why I am getting rid of you. No more dwelling on the past. It’s time to look to the future.
Blaze: Dawn? Come to bed; the flight leaves early tomorrow.
Dawn: I’m coming, I’m coming.
… which is why I am getting rid of you. No more dwelling on the past. It’s time to look to the future.
Blaze: Dawn? Come to bed; the flight leaves early tomorrow.
Dawn: I’m coming, I’m coming.
Today was the best day of my life. But now, as I’m writing this down, I just realized that a piece of my life is over, all concealed in this diary…
Dawn: Blaze?
Blaze: Hmm?
Dawn: Let’s get married.
Blaze: You look beautiful, Dawn.
Dawn: You don’t look so bad yourself.
Blaze: Well, I should hope so.
But none of that matter to us. It was just him and I; it was our day. It was finally time.