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- >That hug last night was the first physical contact you had in months.
- >You roll over and look at the bloodied tissue on your nightstand.
- >The one he gave you. For your cheek.
- >That tiny act of kindness, that meant nothing to him,
- >so why does it mean the world to you?
- >Why are you getting so close to him? A human?
- >It's stupid. You don't even feel comfortable telling him anything.
- >Every night it's just been him opening up to you.
- >Maybe it's better that way.
- >In for a bit, in for a pound.
- >You start talking now and you'll open the floodgates.
- >Why should he bear the burden of your misery?
- >But you like talking to him.
- >Even if he does most of the talking.
- >He's a writer.
- >Like you.
- <Not like you. Probably way better.
- <That's why you didn't say anything, right?
- <Your poetry is shit.
- <It deserves to be hidden away from the world.
- <Away from him.
- <You don't want him to know what a failure you are.
- >Although...
- >You reach down and pick up the poem.
- >Future.
- >Giving it his title made all the difference.
- >Now it doesn't feel like yours.
- >It feels like both of yours.
- >"Hey, Eri!"
- >He's already calling you by your nickname.
- >Do you do the same? What's a nickname for him?
- <He's waiting. Answer him, you dumb bitch.
- "Heya... non..."
- >Your greeting comes out all slurred. Because of course you can't even say hello right.
- >"Anon! I haven't heard that since Earth."
- "Sorry, I'll—"
- >"No, no, I actually like it. It's just been a while, that's all."
- >Look at that.
- >He likes it.
- >"Come and sit."
- >He motions you inside invitingly.
- >"You ready to chat?"
- "Yeah."
- >You go over the couch as usual.
- <You mean listen to him chat while you clam up like a dumb little filly?
- >Please stop
- >"So what do you figure we should talk about today, friend?"
- "F-Friend?"
- >"Hey, you're the one calling me Anon. I just figured we're past the whole strangers part."
- <He thinks he's your friend. That's sweet.
- >"You have many friends, Eri?"
- "No. Not really."
- >"Me neither, I guess. Not since high school."
- >You wince at the mention of it.
- "High school?"
- >"Yeah, high school. Oh boy, what a mess that was. You have fun in high school?"
- >You scoff sarcastically.
- "Not at ALL."
- >"Ha, I feel you,"
- >He feels me
- >"it's a bitch if you don't fit in anywhere in particular. At least, I never did."
- >He leans back in his chair and casually crosses his arms.
- <Look at him. The way he talks.
- <Carefree. Confident. No stutter.
- <You don't deserve to be in the same room as him.
- >I bet he doesn't have thoughts like you smothering him until he
- >"You ever see Carrie?"
- "Who?"
- >You have no idea who that is.
- >"What am I talking about, of course you haven't. It's one of those... stories. From Earth."
- "What's it about?"
- >"Well, there's this girl in high school. She doesn't fit in. At all. She's picked on and tortured. It's a mess."
- >"Anyway, one day, these bullies cook up some twisted prank to pull on her..."
- <Like that time Emerald Rose and her gang told everyone you were a virgin slut because you only took it in the ass?
- <Everyone called you Cherry for two years.
- <Even the teachers started doing it.
- <Isn't that just like those cunts, sticking you with a name that's juuust harmless enough to get everyone using it.
- <But they made sure you knew what it really meant. Every. Day.
- >Stop I don't want to think about thi
- >"...and BAM! They dump the bucket all over her. Drenched head to toe in pig's blood."
- <blood
- >"So naturally," he continues, "she flips out and uses her magic to destroy the entire prom."
- "I didn't know humans could do magic. You don't have a horn."
- >"Well, no, we can't. It's just a story."
- "Does she at least get a happy ending?"
- >"Not exactly. She kinda... burns down her home with her mom and her inside."
- >You stare at him blankly.
- "Then why are you telling me this?"
- >Yeah, Anon, why the fuck are you telling her this?
- >You think she wants to hear about your fucked-up homeworld horror flicks?
- "I don't know. Sorry. I guess my point is that high school can be hell."
- >"I know what that's like." She absentmindedly scratches one hoof with the other.
- "Are those socks itchy or something?"
- >Immediately, she tenses up. "N-No."
- >She's obviously just saying that to be polite. Say something to her, moron.
- "You can take them off if you want. I want you to be comfortable here."
- >You want her to be comfortable? What are you, some kind of pervert?
- >Why would you ever say something like that to anyone?
- >He... he wants me to be comfortable around him.
- >He wants me to feel safe.
- <Then go ahead.
- <Get comfortable.
- <Show him just what's under those sleeves, Cherry.
- >F U C K O F F
- "N-No thanks. I'm fine, I promise."
- >You ass. You think just because ponies walk around naked, it's cool to ask them to take their clothes off?
- >You clearly stressed her out. As if she doesn't already have enough of that.
- >Being a friendless loser for the past year has ruined you.
- >You've forgotten how to talk.
- >The most fundamental facet of your humanity. Communication.
- >And it's atrophied from disuse.
- "Okay, if you're sure."
- >Look at him.
- >You hurt him.
- >He wanted you to feel safe.
- >He noticed your strife.
- >These scars, they hurt,
- >but this is not the same
- >This is the pain
- >of letting him down
- >He might be the only one who ever gave a shit about you.
- >You don't even fucking care about privacy anymore.
- >You just want to feel something.
- >You want
- >to be known
- >by him
- <Don't you fucking do it.
- "I brought one of my poems."
- >"You did?" He sits up straight, intrigued.
- "Yeah. It's not very good."
- >"Still, I didn't know you wrote. That's great."
- >You pull the folded-up paper out of your sock.
- >"Can I read it?"
- >He actually wants to see it?
- <If you show him, you're just going to reveal what a talentless hack you are.
- >"If it's okay with you, I mean." He smiles at you encouragingly.
- >You glance down at the paper.
- <You and I both know that it's nothing more than a page full of pretentious cra
- >Fuck it.
- >You toss it over to him.
- >Here it comes.
- >You catch it.
- >She's trusting you here.
- >She's revealing a deeply personal side of herself.
- >You unfold the paper.
- >And you read it.
- drinks for two
- what does that mean to you
- if nothing but a missed chance
- to meet her strict demands
- this is the apathy
- you get at 23
- you ought to change your tune
- or else risk fading too soon
- you hate who you are
- and it is tearing you apart
- drinks for two
- but what if both are you?
- divided by a muddied line
- can't tell who's left or right
- you're afraid to find
- that you're not so easily defined
- but you pick yourself up
- only because you know you must
- so do whatever you can
- anything to feel whole again
- too much on your broken plate
- take care before it's too late
- drinks for two
- i can't take care of you
- only one is always around
- and you fail to make her proud
- she's inside of you
- those cruel words she croons
- /l'appel du vide/ arises
- you won't survive this crisis
- last call, drinks for two
- tell me, are you through?
- oh, darling do,
- what's to become of you?
- >Your eyes skim back to the top.
- >The title's been crossed out and replaced with a new one.
- >You read it aloud.
- "Future."
- >"I figured, after our talk yesterday..."
- "I love it."
- >You really do.
- "It's beautiful, Eri."
- >Better than that lonely heart crap sitting in your desk drawer.
- >Your heart's racing.
- >There's no way he loves it.
- <He's obviously saying that to spare your feelings.
- >He cares about your feelings.
- <You're such a stupid slut.
- >"I know exactly what you're talking about in here."
- "You— you do?"
- >"I have drinks for two, too. Every fuckin' day."
- >You can't help but snort in surprised delight.
- "You're not just saying that, are you?"
- >"Those thoughts are with me every waking moment."
- <He's making it up. He's mocking you. Stop kidding yourself.
- >He shifts in his seat anxiously. "They were there, that night... the night I tried to kill myself."
- >You can hardly believe it. He knows. He actually knows.
- "I thought it was just me."
- >This mare.
- >What a tortured life she must live.
- >Surrounded by ponies who take their happiness for granted.
- >Who aren't haunted by their own minds.
- >At least on Earth, you had resources.
- >People understood. They tried to help.
- >You don't think anyone has ever helped her.
- >Not in any real sense of the word.
- >She must be the loneliest soul in the universe.
- >...
- >Not anymore.
- >Not if you have anything to say about it.
- "Hey Eri?"
- >"Yeah?"
- "Can I give you a word of advice? As a friend?"
- >"Y-Yeah. Of course."
- "Don't end up like Carrie."
- >"I... can't. I'm just an earth pony."
- "No. I mean, she felt powerless. She lost control of her life, and it ended up costing her everything."
- >"Oh," she whispers. She's afraid.
- "I don't want to have to bury you, Eri."
- >Tears are welling in her eyes.
- "You're far too young to die."
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0f71XfN_DLI
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