Her smile doesn’t stop as she speaks.
“No, no. No, no, no, no.” She shakes her head. “Nope. No. No, no, no. No! You’re not. You’re not one of them. No, no, no.”
I put a forehoof on her shoulder and she yanks the shoulder back. “No! No, can’t. No.” Hoof on her shoulder, brushing it. “Not you. Tried to protect you. Not you. Can’t be you. Must be a joke. Funny.” She laughs a little, smile wide. “No, no. No.”
“I love you, Bon-Bon,” I say again, looking into her eyes. “I’ve always, always loved you. From the moment I first saw you. I can’t bear to see you hurt yourself like this, work yourself to the bone just to sustain our isolation.”
“Is that what this’s all about? Working?” She pushes the papers aside. “No more work. Nothing. Please. Don’t do this.”
“And I can’t lie to you like this. I can’t keep lying to you like this, like I always have. I love you more than anypony else. I love you more than myself.”
She looks down at her hooves, and then up to me.
And then she pushes me aside, pushes the door open—and she just runs.
“Fewmets.”
I run down the stairs and come face-to-face with the filly she’s apparently had someone to choose to work the register. “Where did Bon-Bon go?”
She shrugs, her chicken-like wings fluttering a bit. “I dunno. Outside, I guess.” A snicker. “Why? Lover’s quarrel?”
“I wish.”
And with that, I run out of the front. The dust cloud in the distance tells me that Bon-Bon’s gone towards the north; I can’t hope to keep up with her, but I try anyway, the town proper coming towards me, ponies turning to look as I run past them. Where would Bon-Bon go?
“Where’re you going, Lyra?”
That mare.
“What do you want, Pinkie Pie?” My voice isn’t nearly as venomous as I intend it to be. “I’ve had enough of your advice.” That’s better.
“What’re you talking about?” She cocks her head to the side. “I thought you were having your honeymoon! I Pinkie Promised!”
“You didn’t give me any more advice in my sleep?”
“Nope!” she says, looking at me strange. “You should go see Doctor Stables if you’re seeing things, Lyra! Well, unless you’re seeing Doctor Stables, in which case there wouldn’t be anything wrong with you, but if you are seeing Doctor Stables, that means there is something wrong with you, unless you’re seeing Doctor Stables, not that there’s anything wrong with...”
I filter out the rest of her speech as I realise the immediate implication, and find myself questioning my mental competence. No time for rumination, now. “I’m sorry for being so rude. Look, I’m looking for Bon-Bon. She ran off around here.”
“Oooh, you had a lover’s quarrel? That’d explain why she was in such a hurry. She went, uh—” She seems confused for a bit. “To the park? I think.”
“Thank you so much, Pinkie Pie.” I rush off towards the park. Where in the park would she—
Of course.
I am there within minutes; as I approach the bench, I hear sobs. Beautiful, heart-wracking sobs. I walk up towards her.
“Bon-Bon?”
She doesn’t seem to notice me.
“Bon-Bon, I’m sorry. But it’s who I am.”
“That’s what that whore said, too.” She shifts over, so that I may not see her face.
“Is that all I am? I’m the same as her?”
She doesn’t answer. I approach, my hooves clopping on the grass.
“I love you, Bon-Bon. I’ll never leave you.”
“She said that all the time. ‘I’ll never leave you, Bonnie. You’re my little foal.’ Baloney. Left us to rot.” She taps at the bench, keeping her glare away from me.
“You can’t blame me for what she did. Is that all I am to you? A copy of her?”
“No.” She shakes her head a bit, her voice hesitant. “No, you’re not her. You’re better than she ever was.” Her voice hesitant, but unmoving.
I approach further. “I’ll stay with you forever, Bon-Bon.”
She seems to stop breathing for a moment, and then she looks towards me, tears coming from the sides of her beautiful, enormous eyes. “Really?”
I nod, smiling as I come next to her and sit in that way, the light of the morning sun filling the world as I lean in towards her. “Really.” And then I hold her, and she does not resist.
And then, I reach in for a kiss.
And then, I feel a hoof in my mouth.
“Mmphf?” I look at her, uncomprehending. Her other hoof dries her tears as she looks into my eyes.
“I’m, uh, okay with you, uh, liking me. But I’m really not, uh, gay. But, don’t be, uh, sad. You can be my wingpony or something! Hornpony? Uh—oh, sorry.” She pulls the hoof from my mouth. “You’re a great friend and all, my best friend, and I really want you to keep staying with me. But I’m really not attracted to you in, uh, that way.”
I look at her for about three seconds, unmoving.
And then the only thing I can possibly say, the only thing I can possibly think, comes out.
“Are you bucking kidding me?”
Wait, that wasn’t me. I look behind and see a pink head popping out from a shrub. She puts her hooves over her mouth and promptly jumps from it and runs off into the distance, her tail flying high as she goes as fast as I've ever seen anypony go.
And I say what I mean to.
“I love you, Bon-Bon. No matter what.”
She smiles weakly. “What’s that thing you always said to your friends, back in college? ‘Se philo’?”
I nod. “Kai eraoimin.”
She nods back.
And with the understanding that the gesture is not the same to me as it is to her, we hug.
And I'm okay with that.
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All being said and done, however, it’s likely that I’ll write an alternate ending in a separate story in the near future. For those for you who demand the Pinkie Pie prophecy be fulfilled.
The chapter titles were the real fun I had in composing these. For this story, I used relevant words from the Bible; in context, they are:
Katadikazete: Luke 6:37, καὶ μὴ καταδικάζετε καὶ οὐ: And you will not be judged.
Aiteite: John 16:24: ἕως ἄρτι οὐκ ᾐτήσατε οὐδὲν ἐν τῷ ὀνόματί μου· αἰτεῖτε καὶ λήμψεσθε, ἵνα ἡ χαρὰ ὑμῶν ᾖ πεπληρωμένη: Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.
Lipsesthe: John 16:24: ἕως ἄρτι οὐκ ᾐτήσατε οὐδὲν ἐν τῷ ὀνόματί μου· αἰτεῖτε καὶ λήμψεσθε, ἵνα ἡ χαρὰ ὑμῶν ᾖ πεπληρωμένη: Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.
Plerosai: Matthew 5:17: Μὴ νομίσητε ὅτι ἦλθον καταλῦσαι τὸν νόμον ἢ τοὺς προφήτας· οὐκ ἦλθον καταλῦσαι ἀλλὰ πληρῶσαι: Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I have come not to destroy, but to fulfil.
Phylakes: Acts 12:6: ὅτε δὲ ἤμελλεν προαγαγεῖν αὐτὸν ὁ Ἡρῴδης, τῇ νυκτὶ ἐκείνῃ ἦν ὁ Πέτρος κοιμώμενος μεταξὺ δύο στρατιωτῶν δεδεμένος ἁλύσεσιν δυσίν, φύλακές τε πρὸ τῆς θύρας ἐτήρουν τὴν φυλακήν: And when Herod would have brought him forth, the same night Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains: and the keepers before the door kept the prison.
Esphalisanto: Matthew 27:66: οἱ δὲ πορευθέντες ἠσφαλίσαντο τὸν τάφον, σφραγίσαντες τὸν λίθον μετὰ τῆς κουστωδίας: So they went, and made sure the tomb, sealing the stone, and setting up a watch.
Eleutherosei: John 8:32: καὶ γνώσεσθε τὴν ἀλήθειαν, καὶ ἡ ἀλήθεια ἐλευθερώσει ὑμᾶς: And ye shall know the truth, and ye, the truth will set free.
Anastantes: Acts 23:9: ἐγένετο δὲ κραυγὴ μεγάλη, καὶ ἀναστάντες οἱ γραμματεῖς τοῦ μέρους τῶν Φαρισαίων διεμάχοντο λέγοντες· Οὐδὲν κακὸν εὑρίσκομεν ἐν τῷ ἀνθρώπῳ τούτῳ· εἰ δὲ πνεῦμα ἐλάλησεν αὐτῷ ἢ ἄγγελος, μὴ θεομαχῶμεν: And there was moreover a great clamour; and the scribes on the part of the Pharisees, having arisen, were striving, saying, 'No evil do we find in this man; and if a spirit spoke to him, or an angel, we may not fight against God.
The final sharing of words is translateable as 'I love you like a friend/and I wish you'd love me like a lover'.
I hope you've enjoyed this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it.
I would have loved for BonBon to return Lyra's feelings, but I guess that was a bit of an unrealistic expectation. Either way, the story was interesting and well written. Hope to see more awesome stories from you in the future.
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how could you end it like that
I don't like the ending. but I can respect it.
A wonderful and unique ending. Different from any other ship I have read, but no less enjoyable for it. Slightly refreshing. I hope you make a sequel.
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... THESE ARE MY CRIES OF SADNESS! THEY SOUND SIMALER TO MY CRIES OF ANGER!
AHGHGAGJAGHAFHAGHATGFOEARGAFDIJ!
That is how I feel at the end of this.
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Great story, by the way!
While seeing them together would be nice, honestly, the way you did it is probably the best way to end it. Its great that Bon-Bon got over her homophobia (and paranoia) and that she and Lyra are still great friends. The fact that after all that Bon-Bon is still heterosexual is the best ending (and despite all the terrible stories) just because someone of a different orientation falls for you means you automatically change your own preferences.
That was amazing.
This was well done, and the ending works on many levels. We got our tolerance, if not embracing, and we got our love, agape, if not eros. And we've got the bittersweet misery of perpetually unrequited love whilst staying forever with the object of that love. Kind of a soft hell, really. Hell with pillows. That is being stuck forever with the object of unrequited love. Hell with pillows. It's a really good story, really clever, and a powerful ending, really. I just don't like it.
My problem is that it is too realistic. Unrequited love is... one of the damnable problems with the inferior, broken, entropic mess that is our real-life universe. It's Another Of God's Mistakes. It sucks ass, just like growing old, the construction of the human knee, and the Unimaginable Horror Of Incurable Suffering. It's too real-world!
Which is why I am waiting for a proper, fantasy ending, a nice soft, comfortable alternate happily-ever-after ending that fits a magical universe run by two truly benevolent goddesses. Instead of a cold, meaningless, mechanical universe of existential horror and... unrequited love.
Or worse, a universe run by a psychopathic, jealous god who deliberately created the possibility of all those awful, bad things. Wow, that would be beyond sick, wouldn't it? Damn. Monster god. All the theodicy in the world can't cover for that crap.
So bring on the happy fantasy ending to warm my sad little life. Please.
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I usually don't even aknowledge that many of these shippings are lesbian. It doesn't bother me at all and sometimes it's really cute. I love how Lyra isn't really saddened and that they're still great friends.
I feel like I've just been trolled. At the same time, this was a pretty satisfying ending. It was also a pretty realistic ending, what with people in real life being homosexual only about 20% (keep in mind this is a study from 200-freaking-6 and only accounted for homosexual feelings)
Great fic, can't wait to see what you do next. Kinda want to see a continuation of this (though please don't cop out at us and have Bon Bon turn out to be in the closet. Then this epilogue would've been for nothing)
Five out of five.
I don't see how this is comedy? This chapter was downright depressing. Maybe that's just me..
YES
IT DIDN'T END LIKE I THOUGHT IT WOULD
I'M SO HAPPY
But on a more serious note: this was a pretty good story. I saw some typos, but they were small. My biggest problems were that it felt rather dialogue focused, Bon Bon was a bit unrealistic, and Pinkie's fourth-wall breaks were a little overkill.
This ended rather nicely. I was a bit unclear as to whether or not Pinkie showed up to give her the last advice, and what exactly it was (I mean, just going up and confessing point blank isn't exactly creative or super Pinkie Pie-esque), but, overall, it flowed rather nicely. Bon-Bon was a little over the top to have made such a boomerang transition, but without making this the saddest thing ever she needed to get to this piont somehow. The ending was satisfactory, and you did a fine job. Congratulations.
751526 "Or worse, a universe run by a psychopathic, jealous god who deliberately created the possibility of all those awful, bad things. Wow, that would be beyond sick, wouldn't it? Damn. Monster god. All the theodicy in the world can't cover for that crap."
THANK you, someone who also realizes that if there really *is* a god, he is a total and complete asshole. #atheism
749995 Bible? a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/i/mingplz.png
750090 dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Lyra_cry.png
750974 I JUST USED THAT dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/sillyfilly_Derpy_Hooves.png
I was expecting the usual ending, kiss and get together. But you switched it, and rather than get annoyed at this, I felt it spoke volumes more than a happy ending ever could.
Read both endings, but like this one better. Still, don't really believe it's the actual end. Things take time. People's views on life don't change in a day, and I think she probably would/will love Lyra that way, she just has to have time to process it.
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I'm SO glad you had the guts to end it like this. It's a happy ending, but also a real one. And more importantly, you showed a lot of integrity by not going for the crowd-pleasing cliche "suddenly Bon Bon realizes she was gay all along" ending. Considering that a major part of the story was Lyra trying to convince Bon Bon that you don't CHOOSE your sexual orientation, having Bon Bon suddenly decide she likes mares would have undermined the entire story.
Terrific work. Admirable.
Wow.... I did NOT see that coming.
Nice way to catch us with that one.
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A tad late response, but I have a quote that comes to mind when you say that.
"If there is a God, he is my devil." - Vad E'Lair.
Granted, I am Christian, but with God being omniscient and omnipresent, why would he allow the events of the Bible to occur? He knows Adam & Eve are not going to obey him? Lol, don't do anything about it. Well, trying to make sense of a higher entity's methodology is like trying to make Pi a rational number: Your brain explodes.
that was nice. its hard for me to believe she not gay just from how possessive she was being and how awkward she was being during the video but i do like this ending. sometime life isnt a fairtail but that doesnt mean it cant turn out alright. some people my not see this as "alright" but i think its their lost. i mean sure she didnt get the girl but still has her best friend and now doesnt have to hide who she is. she just gotta go fishing now its still hard to see her straight form some of the before scenes. i guess the awkwardness from the video could be that she Really didnt want to watch it but didnt want to deny Lyra. i dont know about the possessive thing. this still screams "so deep in the closet that she's in Narnia" denial but maybe i just cant see it cause i dont wanna
751526 i dont think i every thanked you for that statement, thanks. i gonna remember this one for a long time Narnia
781758 Uh. Heavy may have read wrong, But whats this on saying "You don't CHOOSE your sexual orientation" Are you implying, That being gay is genetic?
Bittersweet ending is best ending.
“Kai eraoimin.”
Celestia, I wish I knew what that means.
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... So amazing... I'd LOVE to hate you for dat ending, but... That's whai this story is so amazing... Amazingly well done, good sir! (Or Madam. I dun know your gender, and, sadly, I'm admittedly too lazy to look it up. Sorry for being 'that guy'. dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/shrug_Luna_apple.png )
If there is something we dont have enough of in FanFiction, its unrequited love stories.
Thank you.
you magnificent bastard, y wud u do dis?
You sir, have made me think. And by making me think, you get favorited.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-JECTED!
This ending is happy yet super bittersweet. I'm happy that bon-bon got over her homophobia, albeit really quickly and lyra being able to admit to Bon-Bon that she is a filly-fooler, lyra is kinda stuck in limbo with love. Bon-Bon does not love lyra the same way Lyra loves her, but lyra doesn't mind it and says she'll still stand by Bon-Bon. With Lyra in the position she's in now, she would not want to find somepony else to love. Lyra's journey for love love, I feel, will always be incomplete, but she will still have Bon-Bon as a friend. I'm so conflicted with it's ending because it's good yet super sad when I think about it
Overall, wonderful job with the story
Ouch.
R.I.P
Lyra Heartstrings.
Friendzoned to Death.
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I find the notion that a world governed by two benevolent gods to be perfect completely ridiculous. Maybe I just have a different concept of what it means to be a god than you.
And thus, equilibrium was established.
I won't even read the other ending