Anon - Husbando Stealer (Twi, Sunset)

Bright, ruby red soaked her blouse and ran down the pleats of her skirt, dripping on her boots with the pitter-patter of raindrops. Hurt ears rang like silver bells, the haze spreading in the dim room like morning fog.

"What the friday, Sunset?"

Twilight held her hurt stomach tightly, shock temporarily protecting her from the pain. Her fingers dug into the wound attempting to plug it, her other hand steadying herself on a table.

"I though we were friends now! You flip floppin' shot me!"

Sunset's solemn poker face showed little emotion, her index finger tucked back into her skirt. With all the vile, bitter venom she can muster she hisses at Twilight.

"Because you stole my husbando."