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her father launched into a long-winded story, and Dawn found herself struggling, in the slightest, to keep up, and not interrupt. he loved Addie; that she could understand, that she knew. she did not consider how she loved him; for she was too young to think of the many ways one could love another, and thoughts, at least at the moment, but there was but one kind of love that people had for one another. some aspects of her world were still fairly black and white, and while Grayday and Aoife had lent some perspective, her views on love were still fairly monochromatic. 

he said that he had had good love, for Addie, for a time. and then, she eventually understood, she made him feel important. all he cared about was her, and it was a bad love.

she didn't know if she liked this story.

despite herself, Dawn felt a twinge. had he, did he, love Addie more than he loved his family? it seemed like it, and though she tried to push away the stupid jealousy, it swirled like a viper in her stomach. a question lay on the tip of her tongue, and yet she didn't ask it. not yet. for she was learning, as she grew, that sometimes questions placed a divide between people, as it had done with Sunny. she was distracted from her thoughts as he posed a question, and she was silent a moment as she pulled a whole new string of thoughts together. "It was bad love. If you don't have balance; things...fall. Fall apart. You leave out other things. people."  she began, for quite literally, if she lost her balance, she toppled rather ungracefully. though she could not quite realise how this tied into that. "You only cared about her, so if she left, or she...you-" she paused, jaw clamping shut. "oh".