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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Waiting in the Rain 
// by Alexander White 
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Rain poured from the skies, and raindrops pelted the windows of Fluttershy’s cottage. The pegasus ponies had scheduled a massive rainstorm, to give the land some humidity, in contrast to the dry summer heat.

The cottage was completely full of animals, taking shelter from the storm. They were all wet, cold and uncomfortable, waiting for their caretaker to come home.

Every animal Fluttershy took care of was inside, except for one. 
Angel bunny refused to wait in the crowded cottage, angry that the other animals invaded his territory. He waited in the rain angrily tapping his foot on the ground, planning on letting her know how irritated he was, when she gets back.

Some time passed, but for Angel it seemed like forever. His foot went still, and his anger turned to worry. She’s been gone for almost a week now, adventuring with her friends. He didn’t like them. All the time Fluttershy was with them, she could’ve spent tending to Angel’s needs. Fortunately she would be there soon, just like she promised.

He really missed her when she was gone, even though he refused to let it show. Angel had been Fluttershy’s pet for ten years now. He remembered how much she spoiled him when he was little, devoting every second to him. Now he wondered if she had completely forgotten him, replacing him with her friends. 

He knew, the moment he first saw them. He knew that they would do nothing, but try to steal his beloved owner from him and he did whatever he could to keep her with him. But was it the right thing to do?

The rain started pouring even harder than before as Angel looked down at his reflection in a puddle that had formed around him. It was not the first time he wondered if he should just let her go, to stop acting so selfishly and let her be with her friends. He was an old rabbit now, refusing to grow up. He wanted to be spoiled and pampered by that kind filly forever.

He never took his eyes of the path that led to Ponyville and kept telling himself that she’ll be there at any moment. But his conscience bothered him, telling him it would be better for her to stop coming back. 

Why does she let him drag her away from what she wants to do? He wondered if he should make her understand that she doesn’t have to look after him all the time, but all the while his nature fought his conscience. A part of him wanted her all to herself.
He felt tired, but didn’t want to leave his symbolic “post”. He lay down on the doorstep, not bothered by the rain or cold nor the noises coming from the overcrowded cottage. All he could think about was her. 

He knew that if she didn’t come soon she had either decided to stay with her friends and forgot about him, or something happened to her, making her unable to return.

Neither of the two options thrilled him. So he waited, waited alone in cold and the rain, hoping for the best.