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// The Smell of Sugar (Sonata/Pinkie) 
// Story: In Between 
// by LateToTheParty 
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In any and all endeavors, she rushes forward, heedless of consequence, the wild abandon of untamed horses in her spirit, free from even the clutches of logic and reason. Her smile is wide and comforting, bright teeth surrounded by the expanding, dimpled cheeks, an unmistakable twinkle in her eyes. Her giggle is musical in nature, the bold brassy tones of her symphony, giving life and color to the thudding back beat of her heart.

She’s warm. She’s soft. She’s the endless adventures in the sunlit afternoons. She’s the midnight musings on a moonless evening.

Sonata parts her lips.

Every strand of hair that floated toward her was like a sugar rush, encapsulated in that tiny moment where her flesh tingles and her breath comes in shallow, quickened breaths. She moves her head down, a moment of clarity allowing her to control the operations of her lungs and she breaths, slowly and deeply. The sweet aroma of the bakery, warm and soft, hits her senses, causing her mind to melt. Her eyes are swimming in pink. She pulls away and leans forward.

The sun sets and the symphony finishes. They bow their goodbyes and the moon is red.

A jewel shatters and Sonata hesitates.

She pulls back and she moves to tighten her hold, surprised that when she opens her eyes, there’s nothing. Her room is dark and the only scent that pervades her nose are the blue frosted cupcakes on her bedside table.