I set down my quill and rubbed my sore hoof while looking over my latest sketches. They were good but their weren't quite perfect, they were missing something, but I didn't know what. I got up and paced around my studio. It was a much larger space then I used to have a couple years back, but although it was large it never felt empty. This was mostly due to my new lines that kept coming out with high demands on them. My career had truly taken a large turn from where I began. I smiled as I looked out on Manehatten, the city that inspired me and accepted me and I in return loved it loyally. I walked back to my desk, sitting down and continuing to puzzle of the designs. As I stared down the sketches, my mind drifted. A chime from a far away clock brought me back into reality. I sighed, collected the designs tossed them in my saddle bag and got up to leave. With a quick inspection and a flip of the lights, I was out the door and on my way home. Maybe I would figure out these outfits final touch when surrounded by the city. The exhaustion of buses and taxis mingled in the air with the smell of roasted vegetables from street vendors. I walked through the maze of skyscrapers and arrived at my building. Although much had changed in the last few years, my home had not, still the same simple but comforting apartment. I walked in, grabbed my mail, nodded to Charlie, and was on my way up to my apartment. Walking in, I threw my bag aside and seated myself on my couch with my mail. Sorting through the letters expectantly, my smile began to fade as I finished reading through them. Nothing from Trend. It was strange, he had always written at least once a week ever since he was finally inspired and decided to continue his travel writer legacy across equestria. I was very happy for him that he was happy, but I also missed him. Our long walks through Central Park, our constant coffee dates, our talks of the city, our joined love for the theater, even though we only had this for a bit over a year, it was the best year of having him constantly around instead of now where I barely see him and only hear from him through his letters, which he had been very diligent to write and for that I'm very grateful, but I still miss seeing him. I groaned in dismay and got up, walking over to my little kitchen. Grabbing a mug from the white cabinet, I set it down on my jet black counter tops while I searched my coffee beans. The grinder buzzed, as it turned the beans into powder. Pouring the water in and placing in the beans,
I learned against the counter and waited. The cold stone sent a chill through my body. I wonder when he'll come back to Manehatten. He always came at holidays but sometimes he would make surprise visits and they were always the best. Their unplanned nature let them feel easygoing and fun, and I loved that. He had been traveling around Equestria for almost three years now and I keep missing him more as the time drags on. I wonder if he'll take another hiatus like when we first met, and just stay in the city for awhile. That would be perfect. The two of us together, home in Manehatten, that's what I wished for but its hard to have when one of you is a traveling journalist. Oh how I miss him. The coffee became a small stream flowing into the awaiting cup. The sweet scent of fresh coffee filled my apartment. Trend always wrote to me to keep in touch but the letters were growing less frequent as he moved farther from Manehatten. I just want to actually see him rather than just his words, to feel his embrace and to see his sapphire eyes. The coffee slowed to a drip drop drip drop until it became silent. A layer of steam arose from the mug. Picking it up, I walked over to my desk where I sat down. Picking up my discarded saddle bag from the floor, I spread out my sketches across the table. Maybe I coul- no that wouldn't work. What abou- but that would make those clash. "What is missing from these?" I said aloud.
"Maybe a lace accent?" Came a familiar voice from the doorway. I quickly spun around to see him. Trenderhoof. I jumped up, ran over to him and threw my arms around him. His arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace.
"I missed you," I whispered as if it was a secret.
"I missed you too," he whispered back, his warm breath tickling my ear. The smell of his sweet cologne filled my nose as he pulled away. "I have so much to tell you, how about we talk while we walk in the park?" He suggested with his eyes gleaming.
"Of course!" I smiled. Soon we were out of my building and into the city. We walked silently through the bustling noise, each of our thoughts racing around like the taxi ponies all around us. We reached the park, and every thing seemed to slow down. The noise died down and now we had the chance to catch up. "So what have you been reporting on these last couple of weeks, you hadn't mentioned it in your letters, but I'd assume something was holding you up?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Well I've been having great luck with leads...." Trend continued to talk about how each story lead him to another. We walked through varies paths with Trend pulling slightly ahead as he led the turns. Eventually, we came upon a bench and decided to sit down. "While I've been away, I've done a lot of thinking about us," Trend said as he looked me straight in the eyes. His eyes were a bright indigo yet very soft. "And well I've been thinking about life without and ..... I realized ..... I couldn't be happy without you. so..." Trend got off the bench and bent down on one knee, my heart pounded fast. "Cocoa Pommel..." He pulled a small black velvet box from his pocket and my eyes began to tear up. "Will you marry me?"
"YES yes, a thousand times yes!" I cried as I collapsed on his shoulder and he held me close. We both were about to start a new beginning, a new chapter, but now our stories are unbreakable by a bond of our love.