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// A Single Moment 
// Story: 30 Days/ 30 Stories 
// by Fenton 
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Lyra hated waiting. Tapping her hoof on the table, she checked her phone once more. Aside from the twenty-five unanswered call to BonBon, nothing indicated why she was late. The unicorn made another call.

C’mon, you’ve never been that late.

“Hi, you’ve reached Bon Bon’s phone, but unfortunately, I can’t answer now. Leave a message, and I’ll call you back!”

“Bon Bon, for the twenty sixth time, it’s Lyra. And still for the twenty sixth time, I’m waiting for you at the Shining Star. I really do hope you didn’t forget. Please call me back.”

She put her phone back on the table and her head between her hooves.

Bon Bon would never forget their anniversary; she couldn’t, Lyra knew her too well. Usually, she was the one waiting for Lyra, who often missed the time, ending in a wild gallop throughout Ponyville. But this time, Lyra had decided to be there on time, and of course, Bon Bon had to be late.

If she didn’t forget, then it can be because —

Lyra gasped. Bon Bon could be late because she had found somepony else! After all, working again for the Agency probably made her works with other agents, adventurous, strong, brave and beautiful mares, everything Lyra wasn’t. She could clearly picture them, Bon Bon saving her colleague from a pit full of crocodiles, sharp metal spike, and lava, catching her at the last second.

“I got your back,” she would say, with that snarky smirk, for which Lyra always fell.

“You can have the rest,” the other would reply, mirroring her expression.

Then they would find some place safe, they would set a campfire, and because of the near death experience they had lived, her colleague would slowly leaned towards Bon Bon and —

No, her sweetie would never do that to her. Never. Lyra was her one and only special mint, and nothing could change that.

Then what if she couldn’t come because she had been injured? Maybe she fought a venomous beast, and she hadn’t been careful enough. She had been too slow dodging its attack, and the monster had managed to wound her with its sting, or whatever disgusting appendage it had.

She was probably trying to make an antidote with herbs and leaves, using the last remnants of her strength to fight the venom.

But what if she couldn’t find the right ingredients? Maybe it wasn’t the right season, and Bon Bon was living her last moment, too weak to be able to call her. She would have just the will to listen to her voicemail, hoping to at least hear one last word of love from Lyra, but the last thing she would hear would be her angry voice scolding her.

What had she done?

She started to sob on the table when a poke on her shoulder made her raise her head to see a cream-colored star.

“Bonnie?” she choked.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late, I had to — hurrk — Lyra. Can’t. Breath!”

Lyra released her from the bear hug, weeping her tears. “Where were you?”

“Sorry, I had to go get your gift. Wait. Are you crying?”

“Yeah,” Lyra sniffed. “I thought I lost your for good.”

“Lyra, I’m only ten minutes late,” said Bon Bon, rolling her eyes. “What did you imagine this time?”

“Hmm, pretty much everything.”

“I swear your imagination is too vivid for your own good,” said Bon Bon with a smile.

She leaned forward and kissed Lyra on her nuzzle, and with that, Lyra became the happiest mare in Equestria again.