Drunken Hearted Pt. 9: Sexual Girl

>No sleep is as deep as one that comes when you have not a care in the world.
>Minuette does her morning stretches next to you.
>”Hey. Where did you go last night?”
>Her voice strains while she reaches for the ceiling.
>It’s 8 a.m.
>You hold your bruised hand and massage your knuckles.
Just had to take care of something; no big deal.
>Surely this will all come back to bite you in the ass. Who are you kidding?
>And surely there is no use in salvaging your relationship with Rarity. Not that you wanted to anyways…the bridges have already been burned.
>All of your thoughts of Rarity, all of your feelings for Rarity…meaningless now.
>You will continue to cherish what was, but not what will be.
>They memories and feelings are so easily forgotten now. Maybe that’s a victory in itself.
>”Anon?”
>You look over to the now-limber unicorn.
>You are so carefree now. All you can do is smile a little at Minuette’s messy bed head.
Yes?
>”What are you going to do now?”
>A few quick stretches of your own and you stand up.
>You reply to her in a groggy morning voice.
I don’t know. I’ve got my whole life ahead of me, and a schedule that’s wide open.
>Minuette giggles at your blunt statements.
>She heads to the shower without an answer from you.
>You sit there
>You should clean up too. But maybe it’s best to wait until Minuette finishes.
>A few glances over at the window. You aren’t as high up as you are in Rarity’s room, but you still get an eyeful of the city from here.
>Today is foggy, but it’s not supposed to rain.
>Suddenly the look that must be on Rarity’s face races through your mind.
>A small smile of guilt and sick pleasure spreads on your lips.
>There really is no other word for her now. She’s a slut.
>No…that’s not a word you’d use, it’s too harsh and rough. Maybe “promiscuous” is better.
>She’s sexual; too sexual for her own good. She’s not one to settle down with her career and travels, why would it be any different with her relationships?
>You go to knock on the bathroom door, but it’s ajar slightly.
>You don’t want to impose too much on Minuette’s morning bathing ritual. Through the crack you can see her toothbrush, mouthwash, and other assorted oral hygiene tools.
>Minuette must really like taking care of her mouth
>She must also be comfortable enough with you to leave her door open.
>You rap your hand on the sink a few times.
Hey…I’m gonna step out and get some fresh air.
>The shower rings scrape across the rod as Minuette peeks out from behind the curtain.
>”Okay. Coming back then?”
>Might as well.
Yeah, most likely.
>You slip on your jacket and head down to the lounge to have a quick toast breakfast.
>Fresh strawberry jelly on the most perfectly even-toasted slice of wheat.
>At least this is a good start to your new life.
>Baby steps, you suppose.
>You sink your teeth into the bread as your peer around the lounge.
>A few fillies are eating breakfast with their mothers and fathers.
>It isn’t long before your newfound freedom feels it’s in jeopardy.
>You get an eyeful of perfectly coiled purple mane sitting with its back turned to you.
>It’s Rarity. She’s eating alone near a window.
>You swallow the stiff crust hard. Pierre is nowhere in sight. Not that it matters, you aren’t afraid of him…and no one would blame you if they knew the story.
>A few slurps of coffee and you dust your hands off from the crust.
>This is your chance to tell her off….to make a stand against her tyrannical reign she’s held over you.
>You stand on your feet…your newly single feet…your manly feet.
>This is it.
>You begin walking toward Rarity. She’s sitting at the same table she was at when you joined her and her entourage for dinner.
>She’s in a deep staring contest with the city as she look out the window.
>So much so that you soon come into arms reach of her, but she doesn’t even notice you.
>There’s a small ashtray filled with cigarette butts forming a small mountain.
>A million things wash through your mind like a broken dam unleashing water.
 >You can’t decide whether to make a big scene, or be subtly crushing in your carefully chosen words.
>Either one would make you feel better.
>You quickly make up your mind. Subtle it is.
>You reach your arm out to tap Rarity on the shoulder, but stop to examine her.
>Her mane isn’t its usual shape. It seems a little less poofed than usual.
>You notice her body is trembling with the slightest quiver that’s barely detectable, even at this distance. Her breathes are a little erratic and don’t follow an easily-identifiable rhythm.  Rarity also occasionally brings a napkin to her face.
>Why is she crying? She has nothing to cry over.
>This probably isn’t the most appropriate time to do this.
>But then again, you’re already here. The sooner this gets over, the better.
>You speak to her in the softest voice your broken heart can muster.
Hey…
>Rarity looks back at you standing before her. She quickly whips around to dry her eyes and stuff her sorrow away.
>”An-non…hi…I didn’t see you.”
Yeah. I was behind you.
>That was a little meaner than you intended. No matter, no reason to be soft now.
>You walk around and sit across from her.
>Rarity sniffs a few times before composing herself.
>”So I gue-“
Please. I don’t want to hear it right now.
>Rarity retracts her extended hoof.
>The situation can’t be mended with cheap words now.
Just save it.
>Rarity hangs her head in shame.
>”Okay…”
>You take a breath before starting your skilful complaints.
I don’t even know where to start with you.
>Already your words affect her. Rarity sinks into her seat.
What were you thinking back there?
>You keep your voice low and stern. No reason to lose your cool now and give her the upper hand.
>You let out a bitter chuckle to yourself.
Oh yeah, I guess you weren’t thinking.
>A tear rolls out of Rarity’s eye and lands onto the table.
>A devastating blow.
>Her sniffles delay your next words.
I just can’t see why you would do this to me…after all I’ve sacrificed for you…
>Rarity picks her head up and looks into your eyes.
After everything I’ve been through with you and everything you’ve put me through….you go and do something stupid like this.
>Rarity’s lips trembles like a small earthquake. She’s fighting her tears back with all her might.
I just can’t believe you.
>It’s silent for a moment.
>Rarity tries not to look into your eyes. Instead she focuses her attention on a lit cigarette.
>A few puffs followed by a coughing fit. She’s forcing this new habit on herself really hard…trying to remake herself into something she’s not.
>The two of you sit there at the table in the nearly-empty room.
>Two people who don’t want to have anything to do with each other, but neither one of you will say it out loud.
>”So I guess this is-“
Yes, it is.
>”Okay.”
>Perhaps you’re being a little too stern? The situation calls for it though.
>You let up a little bit and rub your face.
So, where are you going to stay? Because I’m leaving tomorrow and getting my stuff from the house and staying with a friend.
>You are?
>”Well I was…”
>Rarity wipes her puffy eyes and tries to collect herself enough to speak in a steady voice.
>”I was going to stay here with Pierre but he…ran off I guess.”
>What a shock; an unreliable jerk.
>Still, the part of you that still loves Rarity feels chivalrous for your attack on him. Maybe Rarity doesn’t know what happened?
>You hide your bruised hand just to be sure.
>”I have enough money to stay here for a little while longer. Do you need any to get back home, Anon?”
>You wave Rarity’s purse away.
No, that’s okay. I can get a ride.
>You really don’t know if you can or not, but you’ll cross that bridge when it comes.
>”I see. Well…I should really get to the studio.”
>Rarity rises from her seat and puts on her glasses and scarf.
>Her body seems frail. Not literally, but her spirit appears broken and strained, like it’s had enough.
>Rarity hangs her head and walks away to the elevator.
>It’s a sad image.
>You groan to yourself as you slowly trail behind after her.
Hey, wait.
>Rarity holds the elevator door for you.
>The ride down to the lobby is uneventful. Neither of you say a word to one another.
>The door dings and you walk Rarity to the revolving door.
>Rarity’s scarf wraps around her neck an extra time to prepare her for the cold.
>”I’m sorry about this, Anonymous…”
Just…don’t. Just go and do what you have to do. We can talk some other time.
>Rarity isn’t pleased by your words, but accepts them with a quiet grace and a nod.
>You kneel down to hug your lover one last time.
>As soon as your knee touches the finely-polished marble floor, Rarity’s eyes erupt in a stream of silent tears.
>You hook your arm around the ponys neck and gently squeeze her.
>Rarity’s tears stain your neck.
Shhh…it’s okay. Just…have fun today. Knock their socks off.
>Rarity snickers slightly through your words.
>”…I suppose…”
>You break off and look into her eyes.
You’ll be okay.
>Rarity sniffs and wipes her eyes.
>”And…what about you, Anon…?”
>It hits you hard.
>She doesn’t want to remember what she did. She’s trying to forget.
>All you can do in response is muster a tiny smile as you place your lips against Rarity’s for one last time.
>After the kiss ends you stand back up.
Goodbye, Rarity.
>”Goodbye, Anon.”
>And with that, Rarity walks out into the city. You walk back to the hotel room.
>That kiss. That was the last of the old Rarity that you fell in love with.
>She’s gone now; the reality of it upsets you greatly.
>You decide to take the elevator back to your suite and take your clothes back.
>The room is like you left it when you stormed out: in a general state of loneliness and tension.
>You grab your bags before noticing Rarity’s blanket.
>It’s strewn across her pillow, indicating she’s used it recently.
>For a moment, you reach to grab it. It’s better to leave it. Having it with you would just create unwanted feelings.
>You take one last glance around the room.
>With the curtains drawn and the bed messed up, the room is a hollow aura of forgotten feelings.
>It’s a stagnant feeling in the air.
>Your relationship was dying…this room was just the killing field.
>You give it a mental goodbye as you shut the door on the room, and the past contained within it.
>You hoist your bag and return to Minuette’s room.
>Once inside, you throw the bag on the bed and join her in watching a gameshow.
>”Hey.”
Hey.
>”So I take it you’re staying a little while?”
>You hope she isn’t upset.
Is that…okay? I’m sorry. I was planning on leaving tomorrow actually.
>No reason to stay in this city longer than necessary.
>Minuette picks up the phone with her magic and punches a few numbers in with her hoof.
What are you doing…?
>”Shh…”
>You retract your interest for a moment and try to focus on the show. Minuette chats happily to the other pony on the phone.
>A few giggles and a couple of raised voices later, Minuette speaks to you.
>”Okay. My schedule is open for now. Wanna go out tonight?”
>You’re a little shocked.
Tonight…?
>”Well, more like right now. How about it? Get ready.”
>Minuette walks to the closet to find some clothes to wear.
>You’re just a little confused.
Wait, who were you talking to…?
>She peeks at you passed the door.
>”My fiancé. I told him you needed some cheering up so we’re going to go meet Charley and Lyra.”
>Her fiancé is fine with you staying with her? He must be really trusting in her.
>Or she really doesn’t like you after all.
>That’s a bitter feeling.
>”Come on, Anon! I know you need this.”
>She winks and giggles at you as she shakes her flank at you jokingly.
>What a tease.
I don’t really know if I want to-
>”Of course you do!”
>Minuette levitates your jacket to you as your reluctantly slip it on.
>”Let’s go! Lyra doesn’t like to wait.”
>Minuette almost leaves you in the room alone.
>You quickly get up and follow her to the elevator.