Four past six. The birds didn't sing, and the trees were still. The feeling of impending rains were strong amid the morning air. In the small cottage, a pile of tissues that had been cried into sat upon a coffee table. A mare laid upon her couch. Her long pink mane flowing off the side of the seat. Her pale tone of yellow coat was being hit by the sun's spilt beams. Clouds sailed overhead, graying the sky to match the dismal tone of the day.
The mare, properly known as Fluttershy, opened her eyes. I don't want to wake up....She thought. Shutting her eyes. Memories hit her like a tidal wave. It felt cold and dead. Thinking back to the last time they spoke. The last words of her friend. What could possibly go wrong? Everything went wrong. Fluttershy knew it was so. But refused to recognize her own part in the passing of her friend.
Fluttershy got up, shaking away the sadness in her heart. Looking at the mess she made on the table. Sighing, she chose to ignore it. There were larger and more important situations approaching. She went to the bathroom. Aiming to clean up her mess of a mane. Picking up a brush, another memory came. Her and her friend's last spa day. The makeover was a fun thing to do. They always loved to do them on occasions.
"What style should I try, Fluttershy?"
"Up to you. You know I always pick a cute one."
"Yeah, but I want to try something new..."
"How about this one? The High Queen?"
"Is that implying something?"
"Maybe!"
Why did that day have to be so memorable? How could it be so hard to tell the date and time that was? When they went and had so much fun? Just them both? Fluttershy brushed her hair. Putting it into the look she wanted to. A bun with parts on each side of her head. Perfect. She went to grab the gift she made.
A hair clip. One with a butterfly on it. It was meant to symbolize her friend's gentle and calming way of going about things. Never impulsive. Always a smart mare. That friend was Twilight Sparkle. She was so nice to Fluttershy. During hard times and bad days. Twilight was the best friend Shy could ask for in life. Thinking of Twilight made Fluttershy begin to sob. Before she could stop herself it flooded out. Tears and sobs.
Angel went to comfort her, but his efforts failed dramatically. She was inconsolable. Angel gave up and decided that she just needed to cry it out. Even bunnies understood pains. Fluttershy clasped her hooves close to her chest, and the clip was in her clutches. She slammed her eyes shut tightly. Paying no attention to the time. It passed 6:32 she had spent most of her morning in a state of reminiscence.
Fluttershy went to town that morning. The clip was at her home. She didn't want to worry about it. It wasn't right to subject herself to a downpour of tears. While out and about, she ran into Applebloom. They began to chat, and Applebloom said that AJ was taking it as best she could. Apples rarely cried about things. And AJ always cried on the inside. Never aloud. It was refreshing to Fluttershy, to get the details on AJ's current state. It was a good way to feel better about her own issue. They parted ways, and Shy went into the Parchment Pavilion.
The store was Twilight's favorite. She could spend hours scanning the shelves. Looking for new pens, papers, journals,and even scrolls. It was a delicate process for Twilight. She wouldn't do as Rainbow did, she wouldn't grab any old pen or paper package. She wanted to find the one. The specific piece she loved. When she found it she's bounce giddily on her hooves and levitate it with her. She'd buy it on the spot. And would always say "It will come in handy."
Fluttershy giggled to herself. Testing the 'find the one' method. To write her eulogy. She didn't want any paper. She wanted the perfect paper. Scanning the shelf, she felt drawn to a thick and rough page of pink paper. It was perfect. The shade of Twilight's mane highlight, just a shade or two paler. It was the key to this. She grabbed the sheet, and paid for it. Rushing home to begin working on her speech.
She trotted, feeling ready. Feeling a spark of distant hope that she could do this without error. A goal she was intent on doing right. A key asset in her grieving. To tell how things felt. She loved her friend. Not like a friend would. Like a desperate and shy lover would. Fluttershy wanted to confess, never got a chance before Twilight died. It was her last chance. She had to tell Twilight. Dead or alive.
She hurried through the soothing countryside, and she never stopped walking. The plains highlighted by a sheeting pass of winds. No rains, as it was merely clouds. Her goal was a pride worthy one. Birds flew away, and Fluttershy felt a sheet of confidence. A shield against the grief. She smiled. For once in a long time, a smile took her face. It was the key to avoiding the heartbreak. Fluttershy, a newly confident mare, gazed to the skies. She looked at the clouds. Not the fliers. Not the birds. The clouds. They were a beautifully crafted collection of lovely pillows.
Twilight would love to nap on those. Fluttershy thought, she opened her door and grabbed the clip. Sitting at her dining room table, getting to the writing as best as she could. It was her best written word. She smiled. Fluttershy had just made a great confession, a lovely speech. A kind of therapy for herself. A letter to her deceased crush.
Twilight would've loved it.