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// The visions part 2: friends 
// Story: Grief 
// by BronyAugustus 
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While the second transition was a little less confusing, it was still very weird. Button took a second to figure out where he was.
"Sugar cube corner?"
"Yes. Your friends meet here almost every day, do they not?"
"Yes."
"Then let us watch."
The bell on the door rang, and Button turned to see three fillies enter. On the left was Apple bloom, on the right, Scootaloo, and in between them was Sweetie belle. 
Button's heart nearly broke at the sight of her. She looked like a mess. Her mane was tangled and disorderly, and the dark circles under her eyes suggested that she hadn't slept in some time. Her eyes were also puffy, suggesting she had been crying. Apple bloom spoke up.
"It's real nice of you to join us today, Sweetie belle. We've seen so little of you since the...the funeral."
They sat at a table.
Pinkie trotted out of the kitchen, a tray of fresh muffins in hoof. As she moved towards the display case next to the counter, she shouted "Hello! I'll be there in a second!"
Once she was finished with the muffins, she went to the table.
"What can I get you, and don't worry about the price: I'll pick up the tab!"
Apple bloom ordered a slice of apple pie and iced tea. Scootaloo ordered some blueberry cobbler and a soda.
"And what about you, Sweetie belle? The usual: A slice of cheesecake and a Vanilla shake?"
Sweetie belle cringed at the mention of the shake.
"No, thank you. Just a water will be nice."
Pinkie looked her over for a second, and then decided to fill the orders. She zipped off to the kitchen.
It was a few moments after that the door opened, and in walked two mares. Button immediately recognized one as Spoiled Rich, the wife of his mom's boss. The two were talking to each other.
"So, hows the Secretary holding up." said the unknown mare.
"Oh, that mare, she's such a drama queen. So your son decided to rid this world of another retarded peasant. So what."
Sweetie Belle's ears perked up, and she got a very angry expression.
"And she wanted a few days off after he killed himself. If she wanted to just pick and choose when she would work, she should have been a whore. It's what she deserves."
Seeing Sweetie Belle getting more and more angry, Scootaloo put her hoof across Sweetie's chest and whispered "She's not worth it."
The two mares walked up to the counter.
"The bitch is after my husband and his money, I can tell. The way she looks at him says it all. As if he would fall for a common slut off the streets, when he has me! In fact, I would be willing to bet that spawn of her's wasn't even her husband's."
By now, Sweetie Belle was seething with rage, and was being held back by both of her friends.
"I mean, she has slutty milf written all over her. I bet the foal killed himself because he found out he was a bastard."
Sweetie Belle broke free of her friend's attempts to restrain her, and tackled the foul mouthed mare.
"Don't you DARE insult Button mash or his mom ever again!"
She struck the mare across the nose, which began to bleed.
"You are nothing more than a bitchy, rude, and heartless mare! He was a thousand times more deserving of his life than you!"
She got off of the mare, who got up and ran for the door. Sweetie turned to the other mare and said: "Get your flank out of here!"
The mare slowly backed out, a scared look in her eyes.
When she was gone, Sweetie Belle realized Pinkie was standing behind her.
"Uh... Your not going to kick me out, are you?"
"Normally I would, buuuut," She hugged Sweetie Belle "I can hardly blame you for doing what you did. Go, sit with your friends."
Sweetie sat down, once again between her friends, both of whom were still in shock. Scootaloo spoke first.
"That...was awesome! She was terrified of..." She trailed off, noticing that Sweetie Belle was on the verge of tears.
"What's the matter."
"I just,... I loved him okay." she began to cry. "I.... I know I was dating Pip, but I just got tired of waiting for him to notice me. It... Me and Pip weren't serious, but I feel... I feel like I'm to blame for him..."
She became too hysterical to speak. Instead, she got up and galloped off.
"Ah hope she'll be okay." Said Apple bloom.
Scootaloo looked her in the eyes. "I hope so too."
Luna stopped the scene. "I have one more thing to show you before we move on.
The scene blurred as they jumped forward several hours. The shop was empty, except for Rarity and Pinkie pie sitting at a table together and talking.
"And then she ran out, crying up a storm."
"So, is my sister in any trouble?"
"No, at least not with me or the Cakes. But I'm worried about her."
"So am I. She almost never leaves the boutique, and she barely talks to me at all. She's changed since Button killed himself."
"You know she loved him. A lot."
"I know, and that's part of the problem. I have no clue about how to comfort her, and neither do our parents.  We're lost. We don't know what to do about her."
"You comfort her as well as you can. That's all you can do."
The grandfather clock upstairs rang out 10:00. It seemed oddly ominous to Button. Rarity got up.
"I had better head home. Thanks for the advice."
"Your welcome!"
The scene froze. Luna looked at Button.
"So what do you think now?
"I... I don't know. Sweetie Bell's going to be okay, right?"
"I'm afraid not, Button. That is the subject of the last vision."
She cast a spell, and when he saw the door that appeared, Button's heart began to pound. It was the door to the boutique.
"One last vision, Button. One vision left."