//------------------------------// // Sleep // Story: Gentle // by PegasisBrony //------------------------------// If you like music whilst reading I recommend this song for this chapter! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9iM_Od5SDY -------------------------- Fluttershy quivered as she brought her soaked hoof up to her face, wiping water from her eyes to clear her vision. Anytime now. Her lips were tightly pursed, trying to keep her mouth shut so her teeth wont clatter. Her body felt really heavy because of the extra weight the water put on, making her fur wet and uncomfortable and only a small movement like that was making Fluttershy quite tired. But she was determinded to wait for her date. The nice weather from earlier today was no where in sight, grey clouds covering the skies and gushing rain that turned everything into a blur. It was cold, wet and exhausting. It'll be worth it, It will be magical. We will talk about animals and he will say that he loved the picnic and perhaps I will make him laugh a lot and- How long had she waited? It felt like an infinity. She told herself that it probably only had been a half an hour or so and that it only felt longer because of how excited she was, but deep down she knew that hours have passed. Her stomach gave out a noise again and Fluttershy pinched her eyes together. She couldn't eat the picnic just yet! Big Macintosh hadn't come, after all. He'll come anytime now. The pegasus half-opened her eyes lazily, just gazing into the forest even if she was practically blind at the moment. The flower wreath's petals dropped down in front of her eyes. Being slightly bothered by it she shook the flower wreath off of her head, making it fall to the ground with a small thud. Fluttershy just stared at the flower wreath for a moment, staying like that until she realized what actually had happened. He won't come. I've been stood up. A silent lonely tear fell down from her eye. She broke down quietly. It wasn't her usual crying with loud sobs, wailing and shaking. The tears just shed peacefully, blending with the rain water. After a while the rain ceased and a white bunny approached her. Fluttershy picked up the wet picnic basket, her head lowered when walking. And then Angel lead her back home so she could go to sleep. --------------- Big Macintosh's had this horrible gut feeling growing inside him. She couldn't possibly be waiting for him in this weather, right? Right. She must have gone home already, that's what everypony would do. The stallion sighed, But she isn't like everypony. He couldn't believe that he left a unique pony like her waiting. If only Applejack hadn't become ill. The three fillies were now playing in the rain, hopping around, "If yer' not gonna buck them apples you might as well go back inside. You'll catch a cold." he scolded tiredly at them. The three of them went back to bucking again but after a while they were back to playing. Big Macintosh told them to return to the house shortly after. After he was done with all chores and his muscles were completely and utterly sore he also returned to the house as well to go to sleep. It was late now and the rain had finally ceased. The gut instinct of that something was wrong was still there though. He stood in his room and trotted to the window to look beyond the horizon, knowing that somewhere over there he would have met up with Fluttershy. Big Macintosh was sure he couldn't go back to sleep like this and was soon galloping to the forest even if his muscles protested. When he arrived all that was left on the meeting place was a flower wreath lying on the ground. You could tell that it had been very beautiful before with what had been very colorful flowers. But now it was soaked and ruined by the rain, the flowers looking almost grey because of the sky, petals drooping as if they were dead. It looked... sad. Yes. That was the right word for it, Big Macintosh decided, the flower wreath looked heartbreakingly sad. Even if it now was clarified that she still wasn't waiting for him he still had this horrid feeling inside him. Not wanting to go the long way back to the farm he settled down on the cold grass and closed his eyes. -------------------- Really short, but hey, it's an update! Oh and the flower wreath is totally a metaphor. Comment and rate please ~