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3 - Freaking

"So, how are things going with the Princess?" Spitfire asked the blue pegasus before her. She had grown better about hiding her utter and absolute love for him. She tried to appear friendly towards their relationship. She tried to cover the pain in her eyes. Soarin saw through this easily, of course, but she didn't know that.

"It's going well. We're going on our fifth date tonight." Soarin, on the other hand, tried to underemphasize things for her. He tried not to bring up his time spent with Twilight. Still, it was going so incredibly well that some things just spilt out. He saw the pain in her eyes. It broke his heart at the same time that it broke hers. By now he had learned to only answer direct questions about the relationship, to try and prevent further harm to her soul.

"Good." It was tearing Spitfire up, it truly was. With each new great thing that she learned about their wonderful relationship, or that's how it appeared to her, her heart split more and more in two. Each thing reminded her of her eternal state of solitude that remained before her, because she would never be able to love another besides Soarin. All in her life was consumed by the stallion. Nothing could rival it. Truly, what a tragedy it was. "I'm happy for you." But you would be much happier with me, Soarin. Why can't you see that?

"Thank you, Spitfire." He felt sorry for her. There was nothing he could do. His heart was set on a different mare. And she was a freakin' princess of Equestria.

How could one describe what Twilight meant to Soarin? She was everything to him. Truly everything. He knew that they had only gone on four dates, and had hardly seen each other outside of those dates, but he truly loved her. He could feel it in his soul and heart. Nothing could mean more to him than she did. Nothing could be held in higher esteem. Nothing could be greater. Than what Twilight meant to him. He already had plans for proposal. It was that extreme.

With those words of gratitude towards Spitfire, Soarin went off on his way to prepare himself for his date. Tonight they were just going to a dinner. It was going to be perfect. He could feel it in his feathers.

"You're... what?"

"Nothing. Nothing, Soarin. I just feel that... we should stop seeing each other. You know, and start seeing other people." Twilight sat across from the pegasus as she delivered the hard news. She wore a face of concern and sadness of the terrible deed that she must do: tearing a heart in half. It hurt her as well, but it must be done.

"You're breaking up with me?" he asked in disbelief.

"Well, yes. I am." Twilight looked at his eyes. They were tearing up. Oh dear. This wasn't supposed to happen. Oh dear.

"H- H-... Why? Just, why?" Soarin could feel them come, the waterworks. He couldn't stop them. They were already streaming down his face. He didn't want to stop them. He didn't care how he looked. This was not the time or place for that.

"I really, just don't, feel anything for you... I'm sorry, Soarin. I just don't."

"You don't feel anything for me? What? You were the won who asked me out first! Not the other way around!" Twilight, upon hearing this, furtively looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. "Why did you do it if you didn't have any feelings for me? Why would you just walk up to me and ask me out if you didn't care about me?"

Oh dear, Twilight thought to herself. This wasn't supposed to hurt him. This was supposed to be all in good fun. I don't mean to hurt him, but I have to tell the truth. I've been lying this entire time, well, they're not really lies. I never told him "I love you" or anything. I just let him believe that I liked him. Is that so wrong? Finally, Twilight came up with an answer. Yes, it is wrong. I have to confess. I have to tell him the truth.

"Soarin," she started, "I'm sorry. This relationship was never supposed to be serious. It was just supposed to be a little bit of fun. You know, having a good time. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to-"

"I LOVE YOU, TWILIGHT!" Soarin shouted above the meager roar of the conversations in the restaurant. They all silenced at once. Twilight looked at him utterly horrified. Soarin spoke again in a softer tone, "I love you and this is what you do? It was just supposed to be a good time? That's what my love is to you?"

"No no no no no no no no no no no no!" Twilight was in tears now too. "I'm so sorry Soarin! I didn't know you felt that way about me! I was just- it was all just-... I'm so sorry, Soarin. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Understand that, please. I'm so sorry. So sorry..." Tears overtook her words, muffling them. She repeated a few more apologies but they were lost to the tears falling from her eyes. She regained a slight bit of composure and asked him in half disbelief, "You really love me?"

Soarin wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked away from her and down to his full bowl of salad. He wasn't hungry anymore. He wasn't crying anymore. He shook his head at the alicorn across the table from him. "No, Your Highness, I don't." He looked up at her, meeting her eyes, daring her to look at him as he told her, "I used to, but not anymore. Not anymore." He rose from the table and pushed his chair in with a wing. "Goodbye."

Twilight reached out to him, but he turned and stormed out of the restaurant. "Soarin, I-" she called. He didn't hear. "This wasn't supposed to hurt anyone," she repeated to herself. "No one was supposed to cry. This was supposed to be fun." Twilight released more tears from her tear ducts as she whispered to herself, What have I done?

Spitfire was in a pickle. On one hoof, she was really sad that the love of her life was in tears, practically convulsing, on the floor in front of her. On the other hoof, it was super hot. On a different hoof, he was in one of the most despairing moments of his life and she did not enjoy seeing her one true love this incredibly sad. On the last hoof, it was because he had broken up with Twilight, which left the door wide open for her. She wasn't exactly sure what to feel. Happiness or sympathy? Elation or despair? In the interest of time she decided to feel both at once. Of course, she would only show one side to Soarin as she comforted him.

"How could she be so mean?" Soarin asked through the running faucets of his face. "How could she just treat my love like a game like this? All for fun? Who does that?"

I would never do those things to you, Soarin. Not in a million years. "I don't know, Soarin. I just don't know."

"Just, why? Why?" he asked in utter despair. She softly consoled him while drawing her hoof through his mane. Under different circumstances, this would've been beautiful. But alas, her love was in tears over a different mare. Will Spitfire ever catch a break?

A few knocks came upon Rarity's door that evening. She checked the clock. 3 AM. This can't be good. Something has gone terribly wrong with Twilight. Today was their fifth date. She needed something to cheer up her alicorn friend. She could only think of one thing: ice cream. She swung open the door to reveal a princess in tears. The ice cream was put to immediate use.

After being told the entire story by Twilight, Rarity asked, "He said he loves you?"

"Loved," she corrected. "Not anymore. Not after what I did to him. Tearing his heart in two."

"Sweetie, it's okay. He will move on. Just you wait. Tomorrow, he'll have a different mare or something like that." Twilight nodded in approval but continued to spoon ice cream into her mouth. Out of curiosity, Rarity raised another question, "You didn't mention the fact that I dared you to go on five dates with him, did you?"

Twilight shook her head. "I didn't think he would be able to handle it: the full truth."

"Good. It's for the best. Though now I feel terrible as well. I mean, he was so sad. It was just a bit of fun, right? He wasn't supposed to get hurt." Twilight looked up at her unicorn friend and slowly levitated the ice cream bowl and spoon towards her. She graciously accepted.

This was not a fun day at all.

Spike was in a pickle. At least, that was what his dream was about. He tried eating his way through, but the pickle's walls were too thick. He would have to blow them up with dynamite, which appeared right next to him upon the thought of them. Yes, this would do. He blew the walls of the picklish prison in which he was trapped wide open. He was finally free. The air was fresh, new again. He had succeeded.

Author's Note:

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^My general emotion while writing this. Probably your emotion while reading it as well. Though probably with a lot more exclamation points.

Will Spitfire ever catch a break? How will Spike react to this event? What will happen to SoarinXTwilight? Will they get back together? What about SpitfireXSoarin? Why the heck is Spike in this story? Comedic relief? Possible love interest? If so, for whom? Find out some of the answers possibly to these questions in the next chapter, Chapter 4 - Heck!

((Fun fact, 3 AM is when I finished this story.))

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