Trust Me
Thursday. He was supposed to stop by, as he said he would, but that last phone call said otherwise. “Stuck in traffic,” she had heard over the background sound. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please, wait for me.”
That’s what he had said last time... and the time before that.
She had grown tired of waiting. Waiting only made everything worse; waiting had gotten her thrown out into the streets, waiting had caused her jobs to tank, and now she was supposed to wait for someone who said they cared?
Really, no one cared. She was a simple mare, but no one cared about what she thought, or felt. They had stayed quiet in high school, and now she was just a thing to be pushed from one point to another.
She gave a small sigh, looking out across Manehattan. The city looked so much more beautiful at night, but now it was just row upon row of grey, featureless buildings. And here she was, stuck in a rut with little to break up the grey. Waiting.
“Please, wait for me.”
Why should she wait for someone who didn’t really care? What good would really come from this? What good did she have left? Slowly she rose, crossing over to the phone and pulling the plug from the wall.
No more calls. No more false reassurance.
She took one last look around her apartment before exiting, making her way towards the elevator at the end of the hall. She could hear voices from the other rooms, ponies going about their daily lives without any worries. They at least had someone who respected and cared for them.
Who did she have? An awful mare for a boss, and yet more ponies who got “delayed” or “Stuck in traffic”.
She stepped into the elevator, pressing the highest button available. It would not take her to her destination, but it was a start. Slowly the elevator rose to the top of the apartment building, while she merely sat on the floor and mulled over her life.
One failure after another. And here she was, still waiting for ponies that would never come.
The elevator stopped, the mare stepping out into the hallway. Nearby she saw the service ladder leading up to the roof, and after checking to make sure no one was coming she quickly scurried up to the top. The door was, surprisingly, not locked, so she was able to force it open without much difficulty.
Outside, she was greeted by a warm breeze coming from inland. As a filly, she had loved the breeze, but now it just seemed stale, like everything else in the city. She stepped out towards the edge, peering down at the street below.
There was nopony around. Would that mean it would take longer for someone to find her? Maybe... maybe that was for the better. No one would have to see her suffer. Or maybe it would be over quick.
Maybe...
She looked out across the city again. No one was there. Fine. Then no one would mourn her when she was gone. She closed her eyes, taking one final breath before she would step off.
“Your doctor really did get held up, Coco,” a soft, bell-like voice said. Her eyes snap open as a blue clad hoof rests gently on her shoulder. “It’s never as bad as it seems.”
She turned her head slightly, eyes wide as she saw the mare behind her. The red cape, the blue suit, the S... it was her.
“You’re much stronger than you think you are,” the mare said, giving her a warm smile. “Trust me.”
Those words would linger. “Trust me.” Never before had a simple request for trust felt so honest, so right. As her emotions welled forward, as she pulled her savior in a tight hug, she felt safe for the first time since she had arrived in the city.
She could trust her. After all, she was Supermare.
So does that mean your other stories are going to see updates?
That was beautiful. Thank you for posting this.
7122798 Maybe. Who knows? I'm having a bit of a revival, and I might just have some new stuff out
That was one of the most powerful scenes in all of Superman mythos. That is what Zachary Shinder fails to understand. Great to see another chapter in this story even if it was long overdue and the story complete.
I got so excited to see an update to this, and then I saw how short the word count is. I wasn't as hopeful, but having finally read this little piece, not only does it remind me why I like your writing, but why I like the character Superman to begin with. Thank you for sharing this, it's something I would say a lot of people should read.
I hope you decide to start up something new with your Supermare concept.
Utter pap. Shallow drivel told to persons with no real reason to feel bad in order to put a bandage over their hurt feelings. So very depressing.
I'm not crying I just have feels in my eyes
This was good.
Líquid pride has been shed.
MORE SUPERMARE AFTER 87 YEARS
Ah, excellent choice!
"All they need is a light to show them the way..."
That's a lovely character piece and shows that, much of the time, Supermare's acts of salvation don't require multi-billion-bit special effects. Sometimes a wise word is all a pony needs to be saved!
Wow. That's was so beautiful. Although...ADVICE INCOMING!
This part sorta killed the moment for me with the "After all, she was Supermare."
It sounds like the only reason she trusted Dash was just and only just because she was a superhero. I get what you are trying to say, but I feel that part would be better off without that very last sentence and just leave it off as "She could trust her." to give that sense of understanding and just have that connection and well...trust. To really trust in Supermare's words because she can feel the sincerity in what she says.
I've re-read Mare of Steel and this a few times and that last part has been nagging at me. It is just a suggestion and point out to probably maybe make the story better.
7273615 for me, that part made me think there's going to be an evil Equus-2 doppelganger
I eagerly anticipate the future.