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- >It’s late afternoon, and you wake up in the bed alone.
- >You vaguely remember Rarity coming to the room very late last night. You wish the memories were delusions.
- >Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t sleep after coming back upstairs.
- >As you lay in the silent suite, you could hear Rarity and another voice beyond the threshold of the door.
- >She was laughing and talking loudly to someone…
- >Some stallion.
- >”Oh, Pierre, you are simply too charming. Make sure you come find me at the studio tomorrow.”
- >The stallion spoke in a lower sensual tone.
- >”What about him? Won’t he mind?”
- >There’s a silence beyond the walls before Rarity speaks up.
- >”Don’t worry about him.”
- >Her words tore you up inside; shredded your heart.
- >Rarity opens the door as you make your body go limp in a false slumber.
- >Rarity climbed into bed in silence and fell asleep.
- >You wake in the new day to find she’s gone with nothing but a note slipped under the door.
- >Within it, Rarity has left you a note that informs you she’s going to be pulling an all-nighter due to some mismatched sweater patterns and some orders that needed filling and wouldn’t be home for the next two nights.
- Great.
- >Nothing like being alone… not that you weren’t already.
- >You don’t know what to do now.
- >You go to the shower and stand aimlessly in the hot water for a few moments before getting dressed.
- >In your suitcase you dig through the clothes Rarity has made for you throughout your relationship.
- >Some are absurd and gaudy; others are simple contemporary Earth designs.
- >It’s easy to see the timeline of your relationship with Rarity through these outfits.
- >You put on a long sleeved shirt over your normal T; a scarf thrown around your neck rounds out the ensemble.
- >You go to the elevator and stand in it alone as you descend.
- >The door dings before your unknown unicorn friend enters. It’s a nice surprise for this lonely morning.
- >The doors close as she looks up at you.
- >”Hey. Going out?”
- >She motions to your scarf.
- Oh…yeah, I guess. I don’t really know where to go though, I’ll just wander.
- >She giggles at your blank words.
- >”That’s no fun. Have you eaten?”
- >You hold your stomach to try and recall a nonexistent memory.
- No; not today at least.
- >She giggles again.
- >”Well, why don’t we eat then…sound good?”
- >Without giving you a choice, she taps the “lounge” button on the elevator.
- Sounds good.
- >The door dings a few moments later.
- >You and the mare depart to a small table near a window.
- >There’s a light veil of gray fog lingering above the city streets as you look at the towering landscape.
- >You order a glass of whisky and an omelet.
- >It’s not morning, but your body is easy to fool.
- >The unicorn has a messenger bag slung around the back of her chair.
- >It’s peppered with pins of pony rock bands: Marrissey, Sonic Filly, and My Bloody Special Somepony.
- >Stuff you’d like.
- >You look at one another from across the small table.
- So…what are you doing here?
- >She ponders for a second.
- >”Uh…a couple of things; taking a break from my fiancé…forgetting his birthday…and getting paid 5,000 bits to cover a silly play when I could be following a career path I actually enjoy.”
- >She rests her head on her hoof and brings her coffee to her mouth.
- >”But the good news is that it’s all free.”
- >You smile and look at the streets.
- >”What are you doing here?”
- >You have to think hard at the question.
- Uhm, my girlfriend is a designer, so she’s here working. I wasn’t really doing anything so I came along.
- >You pull out a cigarette and light it; freedom to smoke without the guilt.
- >”How long have you two been together?”
- >You inhale and savor the flavor while reflecting on the spotted past.
- Two years.
- >She smiles.
- >”Five for me. I don’t envy you one bit.”
- >You both laugh as your food arrives. She followed in your path and ordered breakfast too.
- So what do you do?
- >”I’m not…sure actually. Right now I’m writing for a magazine but…I don’t know… it’s not really something I want to do.”
- >She furrows her brow.
- Why? I thought pony’s jobs were decided by their cutie mark? What’s yours?
- >She laughs to cover her embarrassment.
- >”It’s an hourglass. If you can interpret that any better than I can, I’d love to hear it.”
- >It really is a mystery to you. Selling clocks doesn’t seem like it’s a good job.
- Then why journalism?
- >She chews her grainy waffles.
- >”I don’t know. I’m punctual, so I guess that’s in my favor. But I can’t get a job for being on time.”
- >You smile at her.
- Well…
- >You sip your bitter whisky.
- >She looks at you in anticipation. Her syrup slowly falls off the waffle onto the plate.
- There’s always fast food.
- >She giggles with you before mopping up some syrup with her waffle.
- >”Yeah, I’m not cut out for that either… I tried…I’ve tried it all…”
- >You look out at the vast city again. It seems to have grown bigger since you last looked at it.
- >The unicorn’s voice is low and serious.
- >“It really is big, isn’t it? It makes you feel so small… so insignificant.”
- >Her words hit you hard inside.
- You said it.
- >You look to her.
- But I guess being a pony it’s worse; being short and all. I bet you feel really minute.
- >The unicorn almost spits her coffee everywhere.
- >Did you say something wrong?
- >”That’s my name!”
- Short?
- >Her laughs signal your incorrectness.
- >”No, Minuette. Like…time; minute.”
- >Her laughs are as refreshing as the summer in this wintery weather.
- >You smash your cigarette butt against the ashtray.
- So…minute Minuette visits Manhattan and has a cutie mark confusion?
- >She laughs harder before sipping her drink to avoid spitting it everywhere.
- >”Yeah, something like that.”
- >You finish your last forkful of egg. It’s the most you’ve felt like eating in a few days. Rarity always seems to want to eat stupidly-healthy foods.
- >”The hotel has a spa that I found last night. The pool’s pretty big, too.”
- >You scoff.
- That’s just my luck, too. I can’t swim.
- >Minuette looks at your cigarette pack. You motion to her that she can have one.
- >She lights it and releases a tiny trail of white smoke after her inhale.
- >”I thought that was something people just…learned; that they didn’t need to be taught.”
- >You smirk at her words.
- >Not when you grow up in the city like you did.
- No. There are just some things not everyone knows: how to swim, how to drive, how to sing…
- >You look at the bottom of your glass as you bring it to your mouth.
- How to love.
- >You throw it back and sip the remaining alcohol.
- >You look into Minuette’s eyes through the cigarette smoke. The uneasy feeling of love that you see reflected in yours is present.
- >She’s a sparkling light in this chaotic city.
- >For the first time in a while, you feel like you connect with another being.
- >A small smile is exchanged between the two of you.
- Y’know…I’m trying to organize a prison break. But first, we have to get out of this hotel…and then the city…and then off the coast and go someplace far away.
- >Minuette laughs and rises from the chair after putting out her cigarette.
- >”Well, I’ll go get my coat then.”
- >You watch her walk away, but she turns and steps back to you with her ears perked up.
- >”What room are you in?”
- >You have to remember.
- Uh, 808. Why?
- >”Well, I’m going out with some friends later if you want to come?”
- >You think. It would be nice to be with somebody who understands for a change…to experience the city with someone who’s in awe of its urban beauty as much as you are.
- Sure. I’d like that.
- >She’s happy at your acceptance to her invitation.
- >Minuette grabs her bag from the chair.
- >”Great. Well, I’ll see you later then.”
- >She starts to walk away once more. You call out to her across the lounge.
- Don’t be late!
- >Her head bounces with laughter.
- >You watch Minuette smile to you as the elevator doors close.
- >Her cigarette still smolders next to yours in the ashtray.
- >The clock on the wall reads almost 9:00.
- >You rise from the table and stare down to the street with bustling people and swirling lights.
- >Soon you’ll dive into the sea of lights once more.
- >This time with a guide who understands you.
- >You walk to the elevator. You should have gone with her.
- >The doors open and you head back to your room.
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