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- >The cool autumn air flowed through the window.
- >It teased your hair, then moving onto the stack of paper you were holding.
- >If what you felt on your hair was a simple touch, then the effect on the paper was orgasmic.
- >Yellowing sheets fluttered everywhere, covering the room.
- >You sigh.
- >Looks like the Running of the Leaves are coming sooner this year.
- >You drop the stack on a nearby stool, with it replying with a resounding ‘thud’.
- >You bend over and begin to pick up the pieces.
- >More wind enters the room, and you find yourself speeding up in your paper-collection.
- >Once gathering both yourself and the stack, you slowly make your way towards the wooden exit of the room.
- >You nudged the door open with your foot, and shuffled into the library.
- >The cursed paper kept swaying to one side and next, which had you grooving your spine in a similar fashion.
- >You spot a table over the yellow hill, and immediately rush towards it.
- >Your sudden jerk forwards tilted the weight slightly backwards.
- >But when you slow down to drop the pile, its momentum catches on.
- >You notice the imbalance of weight on your hands, and you take a stride to even it out.
- >You manage to slide the pages on the table, with your legs spread apart.
- >That was a close one.
- >After tapping around the rectangular structure to make sure it is secure, you right yourself up.
- >You wipe the cold sweat of your forehead, and sigh.
- “Twilight, the notes are on the table!” You call out.
- >”Okay, thanks Anon!” You hear a distant reply from the basement door.
- >She must be up to her usual slew of experiments again.
- >Without another word, you turn your heels to leave the tree-house.
- >Warm and blinding sunlight greets your face, which you embrace happily.
- >For once, the light did not sting your skin.
- >Autumn was a lovely season, many things to be enjoyed.
- >”Anon, there you are!” You catch the scratchy voice.
- >Rainbow Dash.
- “Oh you know, just helping out Twilight and all.”
- >”She got you to move things again?”
- >You nod.
- >Noticing the shadow drawn upon you, you look up to face the cobalt Pegasus.
- >Her wings beat slowly, just enough to keep the light body hovering.
- >Her seven-color mane waved in the soft breeze, its unkempt shape mirroring her voice.
- >Funny how you associated things like that.
- >Dash slowly lowered herself to your eye level, looking bored as always.
- “What brings you here?” You ask, breaking the short lived silence.
- >”Twi wanted me to do some experiments of her own. I’m here to help, obviously.”
- >You shrug; no help for your blue buddy now.
- >You wave at her, as she sighs and enters the library.
- >What horrors might await her in form of literacy, you will never know.
- >You whistle as you make your way to your place of occupation, the Sugarcube Corner.
- >The ponies can deny all they want, they are still horses.
- >You whistle out some tunes, often ending with a flat tone.
- >Eh, noting like practice would help.
- >Your mind drifts away as you watch the green leaves.
- >Soon, you thought.
- >They will age, go brown, and go crippled.
- >You always knew you were the ‘glass is half-empty’ person.
- >Before you know it, you are right by the doorsteps of the shop.
- >A familiar ring of the shop comes to your ears, as you push through the door.
- >The familiar, bored pink pony perks up immediately, up in her counter.
- >”You’re here, Anon!”
- “Yeah, yeah…” You wave her off, as you take her place on the counter.
- >Without another word, the pony happily skips into the kitchen, and before you know it, you hear the chimes of cooking.
- >You take Pinkie’s place as the bored cashier, eyeing the never-moving door.
- >You rest your head on a hand, and tap your fingers impatiently.
- >The glass under you reveals the scrumptious foodstuffs, ranging from muffins to cakes.
- >You lick your teeth, you’re not really interested.
- >Too much sugar made you sick.
- >Time ticked on, as you began to drone about with Pinkie.
- >A few customers came in and out, nothing too exciting.
- >After what felt like a year, your lunch break comes.
- >Taking a bagel from Pinkie, you promptly leave the Sugarcube Corner, and head towards Twilight’s library again.
- >You usually met Rainbow before entering your break, so you are automatically assuming she is pre-occupied.
- >What else than Twilight’s tests?
- >Her door gives no resistance, opening just the way you left it.
- >You begin to head towards the basement door, and open it slowly.
- >The door is aged; it creaked loudly as it opened.
- >As you absent-mindedly descend, you are faced with a miniature purple dragon.
- “Hey, Spike.”
- >”Hey.”
- “What’s up?”
- >”Just getting some materials for Twilight, you?”
- “Coming to look for Rainbow. She still here?”
- >”Nah, she flew off a while ago. I’d ask Twilight about that.”
- “Thanks, little guy.”
- >Spike taps your leg once, and passes you.
- >He goes on to his monotonous job, mumbling something about eye-protection.
- >The lab soon comes into few, just after a few steps.
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- >You see Twilight with her hair tied to a bun, looking sternly over a few chemicals.
- “Uhm, hey, Twi.” You say, as you make your way down.
- >Her concentration breaks for a second, the facial muscles easing as she spots you.
- >”Oh, hey, Anon.”
- “What’cha working on?” You feign interest.
- >Honestly, you want to ask where your friend is, so you can book it.
- >Hehe, ‘book it’.
- >”Oh, just working on back up plans if I run out of oil.”
- >This pulls on the strings of your mind.
- “Oh? What would they be?”
- >”I think I remember you mentioning ‘flashlights’ before?”
- “Yeah?”
- >”Well, I was thinking of making something similar.”
- “You mean electricity?”
- >Twilight goes deadpan for a second.
- >”What’s that?”
- >Your lips straighten, you are disapproving this.
- >”Anyway, I was fixing up some chemicals to create light.”
- >She seems awfully enthusiastic about this.
- “Yeah, yeah, magnesium and stuff, right?”
- >Twilight gives another stare.
- >”Are you making up words, Anon?”
- >You give up.
- >The entire thought is foreign to her.
- >”ANYWAY, the book says if I do this mix right, I can make a powerful illumination!”
- >Sounds boring to such a… ‘feat’.
- >”Am I boring you?”
- >You shake yourself up.
- “What? Naw, it is interesting Twilight, but wouldn’t you hurt your eyes?”
- >”That’s why I got Spike to bring some eye-protection!”
- >Right by cue, Spike comes running into the lab, carrying a box obviously too large for him.
- >He puffs and pants, and drops the box with a soft thud.
- >You open it gingerly, to spot several wielding goggles.
- “Say, Twilight?”
- >”Yeah?” She begins to mix the chemicals.
- “Why do you have so many of these?”
- >Twilight freezes.
- >”Because…”
- “Because?”
- >”Yeah, just because.”
- >You raise an eyebrow.
- “Say, you won’t go around slashing people with scalpels, wouldn’t you?”
- >Twilight pouts, before ignoring your comment and resuming her work.
- >You take one for yourself, one for Twilight.
- >Spike crawls over the box and puts his own on.
- “Here you go.” You pass the goggle over her head.
- >”Thanks. Now, get back.” Twilight begins to back away.
- >You put your goggle on, and wait for the fireworks.
- >You can barely make it out, but you see Twilight’s magical aura lowering something into a filled flask.
- >”Now to wait for the reaction…”
- >A few seconds pass, and nothing.
- “You sure you got the combo right?” You ask.
- >”Yeah! Maybe I need to add more…”
- >Before you can object, more items are falling into the flask.
- “Twi, I don’t think this is a great idea…”
- >”You don’t get odd jobs for me for thinking, Anon.”
- >You sigh and clam up.
- >She waits again, tapping her hoof impatiently.
- >She groans loudly, before going over to the mixture again.
- “Twi…”
- >You spot a purple glow around her face, lifting something up.
- >She must be taking off her goggles.
- “Twilight, that is a baaad idea…”
- >”Darn it, why won’t it-“
- >A sudden flash of light fills the room.
- >Even behind your protective layer, the room lights up like Christmas.
- >Twilight, taking the full blow, stumbles awkwardly.
- >One hoof is covering her face, as she slumps to the ground.
- >The light goes on about a few seconds, before it goes away.
- >You flip the goggle off, and you rush to Twilight.
- >She groans again, her eyes sealed shut.
- “You alright, Twilight?” You ask.
- >Spike is next to you, watching worriedly.
- >”I’m alright guys, I just-“
- >She opens her eyes, her purple iris staring at you.
- >She blinks once, and then again.
- >”Did you get the light, Spike?”
- >The two of you stare at each other in confusion.
- “Uhhh, Twilight?”
- >A horrible realization draws on her, as her usual expression suddenly drops.
- >”Anon?”
- >You come to the realization as well, slowly standing up.
- >She stands up, her legs shaking all the way.
- >”What’s wrong, Twilight?” Spike asks, still naïve to the situation.
- >”I can’t see.” She says under her breath.
- >”What’s that? I didn’t quite catch that.” Spike cups a hand over his ear-hole.
- >”I can’t see. I can’t see. I CAN’T SEE!” Twilight screams.
- >”Don’t worry, Anon, she’ll be fine. As for her eyes, however…”
- >You blink.
- “However?”
- >”There might be some difficulties. We’re working our best, Anon.”
- >The doctor taps you on your shoulder once, before walking away, shaking his head.
- >You open the hospital door, ducking as you went through the doorway.
- >The thick smell of disinfectant fills your nose, as you see the purple pony lying on her bed.
- >White cloth covers her eyes, matching the bleak room and the bed she is on.
- >She smiles lightly, her friends flanking her every available side, consoling her.
- >You walk in slowly, taking the entire scene slowly.
- >Twilight lay silently on her bed, just nodding to her friends’ words.
- >You sit on the side of her bed, looking down sadly.
- >”Hello, who’s there?” Twilight asks.
- >She must have felt the shift in weight.
- “Just me Twilight. How’s it hanging?”
- >”Well, I’m still having problems eating and walking and- pretty much everything, actually.”
- >You sigh.
- >”Should’ve listened to you back there, Anon.”
- “Eh, you don’t give me jobs to talk back too, don’t ya, Twilight?”
- >She gives a weak laugh, as the rest of the room follows her suit.
- >”Heh, yeah…”
- >She drifts off somewhere, falling into her thoughts.
- >”Well, Twilight, it was great seeing you coping.” Pinkie speaks, her usual mood broken.
- >There is an air of dread hanging in the room.
- >Everyone knows what is going on.
- >No one wants to admit it, however.
- >You frown, but quickly cover it up with a smile.
- >Not that she could see it, anyway.
- >One by one, her friends leave, having their own errands to run.
- >Even Spike, her faithful assistant, leaves, to take care of the library.
- >Only you remain, for some heart-retching reason.
- >You can’t help but to feel somewhat responsible.
- >You look down on the newly-blinded pony, so much taken from her life.
- >You realize you sound like a drama queen.
- >It isn’t so bad, she could get used to it.
- >But still…
- >”Anyone still there? Twilight calls out, breaking the silence.
- “Y-yeah, I’m here, Twi.”
- >”The rest?”
- “All gone, they have things to do.”
- >She nods.
- >”I suppose they’ll be busy.”
- “How are you coping, Twilight?” You blurt out the question.
- >”Well…” She scratches the back of her head, trying to come up with an answer. “It’s only been a few hours, so…”
- “Heh.”
- >The silence fills the room again, Twilight lying motionless.
- “Need anything?”
- >Twilight silently shakes her head, not wanting to speak.
- >Her ears are constantly moving, trying to catch any form of sound.
- >You stand from the bed, and begin to make your way towards the door.
- >”Leaving, Anon?”
- “Yeah. Need company?”
- >Twilight shakes her head again.
- >You give one last glance and open the door.
- >That night, you have trouble sleeping.
- >A life in the darkness… You can only imagine what Twilight is going through.
- >Maybe you’ll visit her again tomorrow.
- >Wrapping up your work quickly, you rush towards the hospital.
- >Twilight is on her bed, like before, her mane slightly ruffled.
- >You see some dark spots on her pillow, which she quickly hides away.
- “Hey, Twilight.” You greet her.
- >Her mood improves a little, only slightly.
- >”Anon, is that you?”
- >You nod.
- >You slap yourself mentally, she can’t see that.
- “Yeah, I’m here.”
- >”What brings you here?”
- “Just saying hi.”
- >”Hello to you too, then.”
- >There is an awkward silence.
- >Twilight seems welcoming, but something about her voice puts you off on getting close.
- >But you do it anyway.
- >You sit on the side of her bed again.
- “Need anything?”
- >”A glass of water would be nice.”
- “That’s it?”
- >”…Yes. That’s it.”
- >You head towards the door, feeling the chasm between you and Twilight.
- >But before you step out, you hear a call.
- >”Uhm, Anon?”
- “Yeah?”
- >”Could you… Get a book too?”
- >After a few directions, you manage to find the hospital library.
- >Scrambling into the bookracks, you try to find a volume Twilight might like.
- >Of course, this meant you trying to find what is unfamiliar to Twilight.
- >Bringing up hazy memory of the book covers in her library, you begin to browse.
- >Running your fingertips through the rough hard covers, you finally find a book you never seen before.
- >Pulling out the dusty tome, you see the aged and slightly crippled edges of the book.
- >The sea green cover with golden font gleamed in the sunlight.
- >Blowing off the dust, you read its title.
- >’On Hindsight’
- >Sounds like a decent story.
- >Tucking the moderately heavy book on a hand, you go to fetch Twilight a glass of water.
- >She slowly and gently empties the cup, her throat slowly moving up and down.
- >You watch wordlessly, letting her finish the job.
- >Once her thirst has been quenched, she hands you the glass.
- >Setting it on the bed stand, you pull a chair next to her bed.
- “Well, here you go.” You fumble with the book, as you try to put it in reach of Twilight.
- >She takes it with outstretched hooves, but you can see the surprise as she takes the book.
- >The weight catches her off guard, her hoof bouncing up and down as she tries to balance the book.
- >”It’s… heavy.” She exclaims.
- “Yeah.”
- >She gingerly sets it on her chest, close to reach.
- >A moment of silence goes on, before she opens her mouth again.
- >”Uhm Anon?”
- “Yes?”
- >”Could you… Read it to me?” She asks, slightly shrinking.
- “Uhm, sure thing, Twi.” You reply, taking the book back.
- >You spread it over your lap, and look over the first page.
- >Quite a load of words there.
- >”What’s the title?” Twilight asks, slightly agitated.
- “On Hindsight.” You reply.
- >”Go on.”
- >You clear your throat, and begin to read.
- “Chapter 1… My name is Sparkling Star, and I am a scholar. The reason I am writing is because… of things I see in hindsight.”
- >”Sounds interesting. Is it fiction?”
- “No clue.”
- >”Go on, I don’t think I ever saw this one before.”
- >You smile, good thing you found a new book for her to read.
- >The story goes on for the night; you only stop when the nurse comes over to say visiting hours are over.
- >You bid Twilight farewell, and leave the book on her bed.
- >It wasn’t that intriguing, just about a scholar who got into an experiment gone wrong and how she made new spells to cope.
- >The formulas and the techniques fell on a blind eye to you, but to Twilight, it was a gold mine.
- >The black ones are the words, and the white is the paper, you thought.
- >Maybe it seeded some hope for Twilight, even though the writer had a completely different condition.
- >Fast forward back to Twilight’s room.
- >She quickly bid her friends goodbye, and cocks her head to you expectantly.
- >It was somewhat disturbing, expecting her to see when she clearly can’t.
- >”Anon, you’re there, right?”
- >You manage to fish out an answer, taking your seat.
- “Want me to read again?”
- >She nods excitedly.
- >You flip open to the page you left off, and begin to read.
- >Reading with Twilight has been a daily thing now.
- >You’re not sure what drove you back to her, could be anything.
- >Guilt, obligation, and…
- >Pity.
- >The sight of her left in such state tugged at your heart strings.
- >You just had to help her.
- >The small amount of bits you received was just an incentive.
- >You make your way through the clean corridor, heading towards Twilight’s room, 302.
- >You usual path is blocked by the doctor, looking grim as always.
- >”Hello, Anon.”
- “Yo, what’s up, doc?”
- >”We noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Twilight lately.”
- “Nothing going on there, just reading her a book.”
- >He smiles for once, but it quickly subsides as it rose.
- >”I might be implicating that, but since you are her friend, maybe you can be the one to tell her.”
- >Your heart begins to race.
- “Wait, tell her what?”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. The nurses and I thought your friend had to get some fresh air and all, you know.”
- >You nod.
- “Got it, anything else, doc?”
- >”Nothing else, thank you, Anon. Also, stop calling me that.”
- >The two of you share an understanding smile, and return to each of your own duties.
- >Twilight greets you warmly as you enter her room.
- >”Come on Anon, the physics of telekinesis awaits!”
- >You can’t help but to crack another smile.
- >That mare really loved reading, doesn’t she?
- “Say, Twi.”
- >”Yeah?”
- “The doctor says you might want some fresh air. So I was thinking we could go for a walk.”
- >She frowns once, then back to her usual outlook.
- >”Fine. But…”
- “But?”
- >”After a few paragraphs?” She smiles innocently.
- “Fine.”
- >The leaves rustle under the wheelchair’s movements.
- >Soft wind caresses Twilight’s face, teasing with her mane.
- >You decided to use a wheelchair after Twilight ran into one too many walls.
- >”I suppose I missed the Running of the Leaves?”
- “Yeah…” You drift away, not wanting to address the things she has missed.
- >It was actually surprising that she did not leave her room for the past few days.
- >She smiles contently, enjoying the wind.
- >”You know, the princess always told me she loved Autumn, but I never realized it until now.”
- “Really, and what is so enticing about it?”
- >”The wind, the sound, the feeling of it… I just wish I could see it.”
- “I wish you could see it too.”
- >Her smile drops slightly, as she sighs and lies on the back of the wheelchair.
- >”Say Anon?”
- “Yeah?”
- >”Why don’t they visit anymore?”
- “W-what do you mean?”
- >”I mean Pinkie, Rarity, Applejack and the others, why don’t they visit anymore?”
- >You are silent for a while, trying to come up with a diplomatic answer.
- “Well… they have their own lives too, Twilight. They can’t visit you forever.”
- >”Even if I’m stuck in the hospital forever?”
- “Don’t say that.”
- >She goes silent now.
- >Twilight sighs, and rests her head on the wheelchair.
- >Right where your hand was pushing the wheelchair.
- >You tense up, but Twilight seems alright with it.
- >The two of you stay put for a while, silently appreciating the season.
- >”Why didn’t you stop visiting?” She finally asks.
- >And so the stalemate goes on.
- “Well…”
- >”Are you planning to leave me too?” She asks again.
- “I- no! Don’t say that Twilight.”
- >”Well what then?”
- “Well, I have a job reading for you, and I’m not planning to stop abruptly, just like that.” You snap your fingers, emphasizing your point.
- >”Just that?”
- “I also love seeing your cute little smile.” You joke, lightly pinching her cheek.
- >She giggles, slightly improving the mood.
- >She then sighs again, before rubbing her other cheek to your fingers, making herself more comfortable.
- >”Don’t leave me like the others, alright?”
- “Don’t fret, I got you.”
- >She smiles gently, once again back to listening to the sound of the season.
- >”And then what happened?” Twilight is quick to ask- just as you finish the sentence.
- >You look over the window, seeing the full moon.
- “I think it’s late, Twilight- you should sleep.”
- >”But I want to know!” She squirms in her blanket.
- >You can’t but help to smile.
- >You glance around the room, glad that you are back to familiar surroundings.
- >Twilight was finally allowed to leave the hospital.
- >Pinkie remembered to throw her a party, all of Twilight’s friends invited.
- >The entire event helped to renew Twilight’s friendship, which had significantly degraded during Twilight’s stay in the hospital.
- >You were glad she could still call them friends; you did not want the friendship that literally kept the world stable break apart.
- >Pinkie often visited, along with occasional drops from Rainbow and Fluttershy.
- >The other two made time rarely, reasons everyone can imagine.
- >Nevertheless, the six were back as buddies, and that mattered.
- >As for you and Twilight…
- >Well, who wants to know?
- >You jump into her bed, lying next to her as you read the book for her.
- >Nothing was going on, just plain old friend-to-friend contact.
- >If the reading business had one good thing, it would be the fact it brought you and Twilight together.
- >Twilight snuggled under an arm.
- >You simply thought it was her attempt to ‘read’ the book.
- >You supposed it made more sense if she could feel the book in front of her.
- >Silently and subtly, she began to rest her head on your chest, listening carefully as you continued to read.
- >Once you ended chapter 4, she put up a hoof to stop your reading.
- “Something wrong, Twi?”
- >You lowered the book from your view.
- >She then slowly turned to you, only an inch between your faces.
- >The hoof you saw earlier begins to shakily reach for your face, touching your nose.
- “Twilight?”
- >She ignores you, and begins to trace your facial details.
- >From your bridge, then to your cheekbones, down to your cheek and so on.
- >She stops on your chin.
- >She looks at eyes, her life-less iris on yours.
- “Twilight?”
- >Twilight smiles softly, and comes closer.
- >”Hey Anon?” You can feel her breath on your face now.
- “Y-yeah?”
- >”Thanks for staying with me.”
- “No problem, Twi, can we-“
- >”And for that…”
- >She leans in, and pushes her lips to yours.
- >You are stunned, both by shock of being cut off and the sensation dancing along your lips.
- >Your mind goes blank for a second.
- >The feeling of another creature’s warmth against yours…
- >You feel comfort, calamity and- caution.
- >All these thoughts rush through your mind, as Twilight pulls away from you.
- >”I wanted to say thanks.”
- >Your cheeks blossom into a full blush, even you can feel the heat radiating from your face.
- >Your fingers unconsciously trail your lips, wanting to relive the feeling.
- “We… Kissed…” You mumble.
- >Twilight blushes too, wrapping her blanket close to her.
- >She then giggles with her hooves covering her mouth.
- >She quickly slips under your arm again, and snuggle against you.
- >”I think we can continue reading tomorrow.” She whispers.
- >But before you can stand up, Twilight pushes you back on her bed.
- >”Can’t you stay?”
- “Well, I-“
- >”Pleaseee?”
- >You sigh and plop on the bed again.
- >Twilight smiles and hugs you close.
- >”Never leave me, Anon…”
- “You better give me a raise for this.”
- >The two of you then let sleep overcome the two of you, drifting into dreams of each other.
- >Well, this really has been an odd week.
- >You got into a relationship.
- >With a pony, to add.
- >You honestly had nothing against it, you lived with ponies so long- you’re practically one of them.
- >Heck, the rest of the town didn’t seem to mind.
- >You knew most of the populace by their first name; you shared your drink with many of them.
- >They were quite accepting; even if it was somewhat startling you simply existed here.
- >Actually, many thought it was sweet.
- >The crippled pony being taken care of her new lover…
- >It was almost… Story book.
- >You hug Twilight goodbye, and head off to work.
- >You wish you could stay with her longer, but you need to eat too.
- >Twilight tries to assure you that she can take care of herself quite well, but you aren’t that convinced.
- >”I say again, Anon, I’ll be fine! Just go on ahead, you’ll be late.”
- “Oh, you don’t even know the time!”
- >She frowns once, not liking your unintended jab.
- “Sorry.”
- >”It’s alright, besides-“ Her horn glows once. “I got magic. I’ll be back in running the library in no time!”
- “Y-you sure?”
- >”Yeah, I told you, stop worrying about me! Go!”
- >You finally cave in, and give Twilight a goodbye hug.
- “I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t get into anymore experiments now.”
- >She giggles, before giving you a peck on the cheek.
- >”Have fun.” She whispers.
- >You turn to leave, and go face to face with Rarity.
- >Well, more of a stomach-to-face with Rarity.
- >”Well, hello darling! Off to work?”
- “Yep. Coming to visit Twilight?”
- >She nods happily.
- >”Of course! I would always be there for my friends.”
- >You smile and go off on your path.
- >”Twilight, darling! How are you today?” Rarity closed the door behind her.
- >”Rarity?” Twilight turned to the source of the voice.
- >”Who else, dear? Come, how about I make both of us some tea?”
- >Twilight perks up, and begins to head off into the direction of her kitchen.
- >”Yeah! I’ve been practicing with Anon for a while on navigating-“ She crashes face first on the wall next to the doorway. “- I’m still learning.”
- >Spike sighs and helps her with her way, correcting her path.
- >”So, anything I’ve missed, Rarity?” Twilight tries to make small talk.
- >”Oh, you know, the usual borefest. How are you holding up?”
- >Rarity puts on an almost apologetic expression, not realizing Twilight couldn’t see it.
- >”Oh you know. Reading with Anon, cooking with Anon, chatting with Anon-“ She gasps in delight. “It’s like we do everything together!”
- >Rarity puts on a weak smile.
- >”Haha, yes, Anonymous…”
- >”He’s a dear.” Twilight accidentally hits the wall of her cup with the spoon, resonating a ring.
- >”I’m sure he is…” Rarity trails off, her expression slowly falling.
- >”Anything else, Rarity?” Twilight ushers out the two filled cups to her desk.
- >The two mares awkwardly take a seat by the reading table, sipping their drinks.
- >”Well, if there is anything our friends and I could do, anything-“
- >”I said I’m fine Rarity, no need to keep asking me. After all, I got Anon.” Twilight smiles.
- >”I know, I just feel so bad and guilty over your problem and-“
- >”Wait.” Twilight cuts her off. “You’re visiting me because you feel bad?”
- >”What, no! I just feel more obligated- I mean-“ Rarity begins to stammer.
- >Twilight’s smile falters, her face going darker.
- >”I think I heard enough.”
- >”No! I worded it wrong dear, I just-“ Rarity struggles to answer.
- >”Spike, can you show Rarity out?” Twilight orders her assistant.
- >Rarity lowers her head in guilt, unable to go on.
- >Spike worriedly tugs on her hoof, making her follow.
- >”I’m sorry, Twilight.” Rarity whispers, before going out.
- >Spike closes the door behind the white pony, only to be faced with another order.
- >”Spike, could you leave me alone for a while, take the day off.” Twilight fakes a weak smile.
- >Spike leaves without a word, knowing not to clash with Twilight in her current state.
- >You come home after the sun has set, only to find Spike fumbling around the entrance of the library.
- “Spike, buddy, something wrong?” You tap his shoulder.
- >”Yeah, Twilight is all… moody.” He whimpers.
- >This can’t be good.
- “Alright, I’ll get Twilight. Why don’t you go off to the Sugarcube Corner? Buy anything. It’s on me.”
- >Spike brightens up a little, before scurrying his way.
- >”Good luck, Anon!” He shouts as he makes his way.
- >You push the door of the library slowly, only seeing pitch black.
- >”Go away!” You hear a shriek from the darkness.
- “Twilight? It’s me.”
- >”A-anon?” You hear Twilight’s brittle voice.
- >Sounds like she was crying.
- >She immediately rushes towards you, which you receive with a hug.
- >She sobs into your shoulders.
- >You hug her tighter, waiting till she is completely drained.
- >What did Rarity say to her?
- >You lay the tired pony on the bed, and go downstairs to make some more tea.
- >You mix a simple and sweet jasmine tea, not knowing how Twilight would like anything else.
- >When you reach her bedroom again, you see Twilight, much more composed and calm.
- >She turns to you with absolute silence, just like when you first saw her in the hospital.
- >You sit beside her, and hand her the teacup.
- >She takes it shakily, even with her magic.
- >She takes a small sip, before handing back to you.
- >You set it on the bed stand, and touch her cheek.
- “Will you tell me why are you crying?”
- >”Anon?”
- “Hmm?”
- >”Why did you come visit me? Back in the hospital, why did you bother showing up?”
- “Well…”
- >”You always say that!”
- >A part of you want to call out on her problem, but you don’t want to make this situation worse.
- “I felt bad for you, Twilight, when I was with you in the lab…”
- >Yes, Anon, good move, stick with sympathies.
- “I just had to see you.”
- >Twilight’s expression hardens.
- >”So you are just like them…”
- >She drifts away, going silent.
- >You may be sitting right next to her, but she feels so far away.
- “I’m like whom?”
- >”ALL THE OTHERS!” She screams.
- >”YOU ONLY CAME BECAUSE I WAS DISABLED! YOU WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW ME IF I WAS JUST FINE! YOU’RE NOT A FRIEND, YOU’RE JUST LIKE THEM!”
- >Her tears flow freely again, as she gets off the bed and walks towards the stairs.
- >”Just like them…” She whispers, before she runs downstairs.
- >By reaction, you run after her, managing to catch up to her right before she is exiting the library.
- “Twilight!” You shout, trying to stop her.
- >Your words fall deaf on her, and she keeps moving.
- >Having no other possible moves, you grab Twilight, and hug her close.
- >”Let me go!” She struggles on your grasp.
- “Twilight! What is wrong with you?”
- >”What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?!”
- >She fights your grasp more, holding back tears.
- >You are on your knees on the floor, holding the squirming pony.
- >After a while, she stops resisting, and falls silent.
- >You soon hear her crying, tears wetting your arms.
- “Twilight, I don’t know why you are so hurt… Is it because everyone felt sorry?”
- >”They only cared because I was hurt… They only cared because they pitied me…”
- “And what is wrong with that?”
- >”I-“ Twilight opens her mouth to respond, but you don’t let her continue.
- “It’s okay to have people caring for you, that just means they care. And I might have not cared about you before, but look at us now. They say everyone has their own way of making people care; some get loud, some go silent, and some just try. But if your problem brought us together, what is there to complain about? Aren’t you happy?”
- >Twilight is dumbstruck, her tears practically stopping in their tracks.
- >”I-I’m happy…”
- >You kiss her on the forehead.
- “Then I am too.”
- >She digs her face into your chest again, finding comfort.
- >And then, she starts to cry again.
- >”I-I-I’m so sorry Anon!” She sobs.
- >”I just thought no one cared and-“
- >She cries even louder than last time.
- >You coo and pat her to calm her.
- >You run your fingers through her mane, reveling in its soft texture.
- >The two of you remain on the cold floor for a while, just enjoying each others’ company.
- >You sigh, that is one crisis averted.
- >You suppose you have to see the world through her eyes.
- >On hindsight, that was a terrible remark.
- ~END~
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