The sun lifted its heavy body over the horizon. The morning mist slowly began to dissipate, and the morning dew soon began to moisturize the air. Rarity and Prestige were on one of their morning walks. The meadowlarks were singing in the distance. It was perfect for Rarity. After walking to the edge of the Evergreen Forest, they finally returned back to her boutique. Rarity was ecstatic to how well her life had finally turned out. She was beyond happy.
She walked into the kitchen and began to prepare a light lunch for both of them. Something was off with Prestige today, she thought. He had been awfully quiet during the morning walk. Barely making any hit that he was enjoying it.
“Well, the key to any colt’s heart is through his stomach,” she jokingly murmured to herself. She carried a tray with a salad and a teapot. Hopefully this would pick him back up. In the corner of lounge, Rarity saw Prestige skimming through a magazine. She didn’t think much of it at the time, just that he must be having a bad day. Rarity placed the tray in front of him, but he seemed very indifferent to her kindness. He looked at her in the eyes, hesitated to say something, then got up and left the room. That shocked Rarity, but she decided to give him as much space as he needed.
She sat down on the chez-lounge that was next to the coffee table with the magazine. After a few minutes, she decided to flip through the magazine herself. But, then she started to realize that this was not a normal magazine. It was a catalogue, a catalogue of small apartments and lofts.
“…in Manehattan?” she asked herself. “What is he planning?” She sat and thought for a while. Her mind started racing though everything that this could mean.
“Maybe… he’s finding us a place to live in… Oh my stars…” she said astonished. She giddily bounded up to her room and lay down on her bed. All she could do was daydream about what the future could hold for them. What he truly meant to her. She was taken by him.
“Are you okay, sweetie?”
Rarity finally came to her senses now. She was lying on Sapphire’s bed, and she had evacuated the upstairs region of the loft. The music had been lowered, and the crowd was slowly leaving the party.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re alright, hun,” Sapphire said. “You must have had a bit too much to drink. You had me startled like crazy!” Sapphire began to laugh awkwardly.
Rarity sat up and looked around the room. Could that have been Prestige? No… it couldn’t have been… could it? She hung her head low, she was very dizzy.
“Sapphire…” Rarity started, “would you be a dear and get me some water?”
Sapphire nodded and exited the room. Rarity slowly pulled herself to her feet. That was some very powerful punch, she thought to herself. She slowly made her way to the bedroom door, and peered over the railing of the second floor. Fluttershy was curled up on a couch next to the window talking to a rather cute colt. She looked up at Rarity, and threw her a light smile. Fluttershy was having a good night. Her eyes then began to wander around the room to where the DJ was. The music had been set to a playlist rather than live performance, but DJ was over at the kitchen with Sapphire… and so was Prestige.
“NO!” Rarity screamed. Sapphire and DJ turned their heads to see Rarity rush right back into the room. They both darted up to see if she was okay. The DJ slowly crept the door open, and Sapphire walked in.
“Miss Rarity, you need to calm down!” Sapphire blatantly said. “What’s troubling you…”
“T-t-th-the music-c…” Rarity stammered.
“I am SO sorry,” DJ butted in, “sometimes the bass can overpower someponies if they aren’t used to it.”
“No… its not that…” Rarity said, trying to pull herself together. “Its… the other…”
“You mean One Trick?” DJ replied. “I know what you mean, he’s quite some eye candy…”
Rarity dropped her head again. She was almost ashamed to have seen Prestige again. Her heart burned with an emptiness that she hadn’t felt since the day he left. A knocking came from the door, but she kept her head down.
“I’ve brought the water for… the mare…” Prestige said as he saw who needed it. “My… god…” he trailed off.
Rarity pulled her head up. The stallion now stood right in front of her. Everything she loved and feared was standing in front of her, after all these years. She gave him a heartbroken look.
“Rarity…” he exhaled.
The pregnant pause was broken by Sapphire.
“You know this wonderful fashionista?” she blurted out with a grin. No pony replied. Her smile slowly faded as she saw the tension between their stare. There was more to these two then she had previously thought.
Rarity was perched on the edge of the bed, depression flowed through her body. She could barely keep her head held high. After a few seconds that felt like minutes, she stood up.
“How…” she whispered in despise, “how… could… you?” Tears swelled up in her eyes. A knot formed in her throat, and she started to choke on her words. Prestige gave her solemn look, and then ducked his head.
She pushed him aside and trudged out the door. As she walked through the party, many of the guests recognized her and attempted to calm her down. But she wouldn’t have any of it. Shoving guests out of the way, she forced her way out of the loft and into the open. The floor was covered with rain puddles and wet newspaper. Rain was coming down hard now, the streetlights shone a dark orange and illuminated the rain. The cold rain felt like acid on her skin. All she needed to do was keep walking. Escape from the past, a past that she thought would never catch up with her.
The lonely streets of Manehattan paid no remorse to the poor Rarity, but that did not break her. She needed anything to keep her busy. She was frozen to the bones, a million miles from home it felt like. Everything seems cataclysmic. When she hit Seventh Avenue, she was able to indulge herself in something that she could only grasp onto, clothing. The rainy weather rattled the windows, the howl of the wind sounded like a screech from deep within her soul; but those dresses. Those dresses acted as her only support system. She sat down on a bench looking into an Abercombie and Filly store. A beautiful, maroon dress was on display there. It was strikingly familiar to her. It was similar to the Gala dress she made a while back, and it warmed her heart to see something vaguely familiar in a world of confusion. Rarity lay down on the park bench, peering into the store letting her mind wander. The rain had died down by now, and the galling winds had ceased. She was finally at peace, for once during this hectic night. Rarity closed her eyes and fell asleep in downtown Manehattan.
Prestige returned back to the boutique around sundown. His eyes were glassy, and his entire body was dirty. Rarity was astonished to notice how disgusting he looked.
“My Lord, where have you been?” she asked worryingly. Prestige store blankly back at her. It looked like he had been crying. His eyes were puffy and barren. He let out a deep sigh and sat down on the couch. Rarity hovered over him staring at him.
“Do you want me to run you a bath?” she asked him softly. He didn’t reply. “I saw the apartment catalogue…” she stated in attempt to lighten the mood. “Vacation plans?”
He jolts his head up and stares deep into her. Prestige had a livid look on him.
“Its nothing!” he shouted. His tone startled Rarity, “LEAVE IT ALONE!” He stood up and started to stare her down. She jumped back in surprise.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” she yelled. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WHY ARE YOU SO MESSY?”
A long pause was present. Prestige’s rage started to build and build, but then he saw Rarity. She was trembling. He had never been like this before. His actions were becoming too front.
“I-I’m sorry…” he said in an undertone voice. “I’m… just not myself right now…”
Rarity jumped up to attention and rushed into the kitchen and quickly brewed Prestige a cup of coffee. While in the kitchen, she peered out and saw him shivering on the couch. But, by the time she was done preparing the drink, he had moved his way upstairs.
“Prestige!” she shouted, “Are you okay?”
From upstairs his footsteps stopped. A single phrase was heard from him.
“I’m going to bed…” in the same undertone voice. After a few seconds the footsteps continued, and a loud crash was heard from him flopping on the bed. A loud curse was echoed throughout the boutique, then silence.
Rarity, dazed from what had happened, carried the coffee and went to her study. She sat at her drawing board for about an hour, staring at her designs and drinking the coffee. But she wasn’t really studying her designs. She was worried. Where had he been?