Everyday
Everyday I see her, this filly of magnificent beauty. She is but a queen waiting for her throne to be revealed. She is light in this world, even if darkness loves her the most. I see her pretending to be happy, even when she isn’t. I see her everyday, and not a word in the world can be said.
Everyday I see this filly, she’s a unicorn wanting to use magic to brighten the world with happiness, but magic is something she cannot do. I see her trying to light up the world, but the darkness loves her the most.
Everyday I see this filly, and she sees me.
Sometimes our worlds will meet, and for a brief moment, all is right.
This filly of mine hates her world, able to laugh and smile, but unable to really do so. This filly of mine sings, this filly of mine is an artist.
And this filly of mine is wonderful.
Everyday I see this filly, and I don’t know what to say. Her world is the opposite of bliss, much worse than what I know.
Everyday I see this filly, and we smile, we hug, we laugh, and we live.
Everyday, this filly cries.
She is ignored by those who should pay the most attention to her. She is neglected and hated, even though she is wonderful, Celestia herself would love this filly to her death.
She is wondrous, she is beautiful, she is who she was meant to be.
And so she cries.
Everyday I see this filly with a broken spirit. I pray for her, but nothing can be done.
Everyday I see this filly, and we talk about it, and none of these days can I say anything worth the time we spend.
Everyday I see this filly, I can’t help but want to. I can’t help, only she can be help herself.
And so she talks, she writes, she sings, she draws.
These big emotions hidden under the art she makes. These little wonders screaming at the world wanting to be seen, wanting to be discovered.
But they never are.
Everyday I wait, hoping that someday I could help her. The mind is blank, destined to stay blank.
Everyday I listen, listen to all she has to say, listen to all she wants to say. There is nothing left to hear.
Everyday we speak, we speak and tell stories, and even though I try my best, her smile is only a false one.
She pretends to be what she’s always wanted to be.
She pretends to be what this world would not allow of her.
Happy.
Her name. Her name was Sweetie Belle. Her mane was softer than a marshmallow, her voice the sound of bliss, her mind more creative than the teachers, she was more than an epitome of beauty, she was beauty.
We tell her, we compliment her on this sole trait that she carries with all her features, but she cannot accept what we see. She sees only what her sister says of her.
We all had our flaws, Applebloom had to work most of the time, and I couldn’t fly, but her flaws were not her own. Her flaws were that of her family, she was perfection.
Everyday we saw each other.
Everyday we played.
Everyday we laughed together.
And then one day she disappeared.
Oh we searched and we searched, hours passed and not a sight of her. We waited and listened but not a peep was heard. We asked and we petitioned but not a thing would be done. Scoured had we done with the land, not feeling felt, not a tearing wept, not a single soul embedded.
This day, of all days, was a lonely day for us, not for Sweetie Belle. We moped around, we kept searching, believing that she was just around the next corner, only to be running around the same building over and over. On this day, all our dreams ceased, and a new dream arose.
Finally, defeat was forced upon us, darkness swept the land, Luna had started her duties. Defeat was filled with feelings of angst and failure. Nothing could be done, yet we wanted to continue.
When a new day was born without Sweetie Belle, our lives ceased to think of nothing other than her. School was of no importance, our cutie marks became a dull passion, our families became nothing, all this without our friend to be there with us along the way.
So everyday from then on we waited.
Everyday we wished for her return
And everyday it never came.
So we began to forget.
Our submission towards her was passive, we chose not to, but time washed her from our memories. Over time we grew, over time we sought answers, but the questions didn’t exist anymore.
We grew into mares, our souls still missing a large portion from Sweetie Belle’s disappearance. We were strong mares, maybe not physically, maybe not educationally, but our will was farther than most. Our mentors had gone on, living lives much better than any could expect. Rainbow Dash finally got into the Wonderbolts, I had always wanted for her to take me with and watch them compete, she still says she will, but faith is little when not completed. Applejack went on and found herself a nice coltfriend, the farm seemed to expand its influence outside of Ponyville.
But here we were, mares of the same age as our life teachers when our sweet disappeared. Accomplished little to nothing, always wandering around the place as if we didn’t have a talent. Oh, we found them, Applebloom being an architectural pony, raising so many farm buildings by herself around the farm. I was a hothead I guess, not much to get from a fiery wheel on your flank to get me a job I guess.
We had moved on, our lives were much more dull than that they were when we were younger, when we had Sweetie Belle. Our questions had faded into the past, nothing had happened about her, she just seemed to vanish.
And then one day, a day I will always remember, she didn’t return, but our memories of her did. I received a letter from Canterlot, one depicting former adventures that we had together. A lone photo of us hugging, and the sweet words of our dear old friend, her voice seemed to take control when we read it.
And so everyday we smile.
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Sweetie Belle? Count me in.
Sad? Oh boy...
Three words to describe this story
1) short
2) simple
3) sweet
Or: its altogether wonderful.
That was not ok to do that to my feels.
You are a monster.
I love you.
Lol terrible.
Dat title.
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Oh the Feels!
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The style was good, grammar was good, ending was good, but the feels weren't there. Everyone below must be broken. Nevertheless, it's a pretty good story. I liked it. Didn't favorite it. It could've been a lot longer, too, but that's just my opinion.
I'm a tough reader, get over it.
Short and bittersweet.
HA, I DIDN'T CRY!
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Not everyone will.
Ain't something you need to be proud of, not something people should worry about either.
As long as there is something that does make you cry.
not bad. I'll assume the random letter is from the run away, or that perhaps her sister had mailed them some of her old pictures of the three so they may remember them? ending was pretty open ended.
in short, it wasn't bad. it managed to get my attention as it began to lose it at just the right moments. and the message about how one learns to cope/live with tragedies/sudden changes, was a great premise, didn't dislike it enough to toss a negative. liked the few bits and pieces that added up to my almost giving it a positive. so, I'll remain neutral as I feel it could use more polish, bit more streamlining at the start, bit more buildup to the reveal.
yes i am ignoring capitalization btw.
nice tale, in any case.
One word to describe this.
WAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SUCH A GOOD STORY!!!! I APPLAUD YOU!!!!
Best story ever.
Dude let me tell you. You read my fanfiction, so I decided to check you out. Let me tell you THIS WAS GREAT! It moved me emotionally and it was all around just great!
This was pretty good. I'll give it my thumbs up. The open-ended finish was a nice touch, and the repetition effective. You get my thumbs up. Thanks for writing this.
2284100 I almost cried, I have to admit. Almost, but... I think Katawa Shoujo kicked my feels in the feels, and caused my feels' feels to feel feelingly and now my feels don't feel the feels when they get hit, because it's not as hard as KS hit.
Darn, that was sad and the bittersweet ending just made it worse. Have a thumbs up.
2284050 Not to start a comment war or anything, but there had to be a little nicer way to say that this story did not strike your fancy.
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Oh, come on, he said it very nicely the way he did. I wasn't expecting everyone to cry over this and he didn't, I'm fine with that and he left on a very decent note.
2346544 Honestly, it was the last little bit that bugs me.
I knew it was building up to something. The last two paragraphs killed me.
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The hell took you so long to read this?
2468345 Rather, I forgot to comment.I liked/faved long time ago.
this... this is amazing
1) Finish story.
2) Try not to cry.
3) Cry lots.
Nicely done TwizzleDragon, your short but sad story was enough to bring me to tears.
Strange isn't it? How we can relate to characters from a child's cartoon show. And even stranger how they can bring us to feel emotions.
Funny how that is, isn't it? Anyway, overall that was a really good read.
Come on man, don't cry!
I can't help it! The feels!
C'mon man, If you start crying I'll start crying!
I can't stop man! Just let me cry!
Not gonna cry... Not gonna cry
OH WHO AM I KIDDING!?
Ereday I'm shuffling.
Smoke weed Ereday.
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As a true sweetie belle fan i say this is all too true!!!!!