//------------------------------// // Forget it... // Story: They'll never Hear You, if You Don't Speak // by ianv64 //------------------------------// The next day arrived. I was excited to go to school today. I met a colt who shares the same interest as me. He and I both loved to write stories. Today, I would show him my book that I wrote, as well as a small collection of the super hero stories. I arrived in class and saw him at his desk, staring into space before class. "Hey dude." I greeted. "Oh, hey. What's up?" He replied. "Nothing much, I brought a story to show you. Well, actually, It's a novel I've written." His eyes grew wide as dinner plates. "Novel!?" He exclaimed. "A whole book? How long? What about?" He was talking kinda fast. It wasn't that amazing, honestly. "A hundred or so pages. Kinda short, but a novel at the least." I shrugged. I tried to be humble. Not that I was conceited in the first place though. "Dude! Show me!" He said excitedly. I brought out the notebook, but the teacher just came in, and asked the class to go to their seats. "Alright, later then." He said I didn't pay attention to the class today. I actually overlooked my novel, "Separated Wings Never Fly as Fast" I overlooked the book, and skimmed through the chapters of the future....the future I WISH could happen. ............................................... Chapter 8- We bring back the past I found my way through these pony houses, and just started to walk, and get a feel for this new place.The ground is actually kind of nice. I look through all the ponies and see one in particular. An all too familiar face. Her coat yellow, and her mane pink, and beautiful...Fluttershy. "She's here?" I asked myself. I walked over to her, and we began to catch up on things. She informed me that she landed actually safely, and became used to the ground. She agreed to come with me to a dinner get together. A date I guess... .................................................. I looked at the page, and stopped at that paragraph... I forgot about some of the details put in here. It brought me to depression. I realized that I will actually never wake up to see this event. My dreams being this great, are just fantasy. I wish I could just see her again one day, and have the book make sense. I soon realized that I was crying. My teacher stopped. She was confused. "What's wrong?" She didn't know what to say other than that. I did not respond. I just sobbed. I couldn't control myself. My heart was not only spilled on the page, but was now spilling out through my eyes. I walked out of class to calm down. I eventually did... But my emotions remained the same, even if my eyes "felt" better. Recess came along. I walked back into the classroom to get my book. My teacher was out of the room. I looked on my desk. It was gone. My saddlebag was there, just not my notebook.... "Oh no...." I thought. "NO! NO! No one is supposed to know yet!!" I yelled in my head. I walked outside. I found another corner. The one I'm so used to had fillies beside it for some reason. They looked at me funny. I assumed they saw the book, or at least some of the wording. Great....No one even knows who fluttershy is, but it really doesn't matter...It still hurts. I love her...I shouldn't feel this way, but I do... I HATE IT! Why can't I just let it go!!??? WHY!!????? The friend I thought I had made seemed to be hanging out with other colts. I didn't walk over. He saw me, but pretended he didn't, and said nothing about it to any of the colts he was with.... Can this day get any worse? ..................... Recess ended, and I was called to the guidance office. I already kinda knew why. What was written in that book wasn't just love...but the sheer description of loneliness, and having no one else but yourself to depend on in life...Never loving anyone else, because the one you did love, is now gone. I arrived. The counselor had the notebook on her desk. "Have a seat, Axel." I sat down slowly, and hesitantly. "These words are powerful. I skimmed through parts of the chapters, and I can tell that...you're alone. Whoever died in this book, must mean a lot to you. No colt can make up a tragedy like this without experiencing it." She rambled about it. I listened, but I didn't absorb any of the words. They were useless to me. She stressed confidence in one self, and all this other garbage I'll never have. After the visit at the office, I came home, and hid the book in my closet, and put it in a random box with stuff I never touched anymore...If I was going to forget about Fluttershy, I had to do it Cold turkey...Just gradually forget... And hope her face never appears in my mind again...Ever...