Twilight sat in her chair, hunched over stray documents laying on the small dining table next to her bowl of way too salty noodle soup in the kitchen she had to file that night.
It's been almost a week since her first trial and things have been going smooth at the office. Well, for her at least. Trixie had been charged with cleaning duty at the prosecutor's office for a week because she lost to a rookie.
She looked up from her seat. Twilight could've sworn she had heard her housemate's voice calling from just outside but upon closer listening she realized it was just a bird singing.
Silly, she thought, mistaking a bird for her friend. Listening to it longer she noticed the bird sounded nothing like her.
Of course, Trixie wasn't a bird. She was a bright if not boastful young woman who despite what one may think did care about the people she loved.
She also loved her job as both a prosecutor and a stage magician. Well, stage magician was still more of a dream. Her skills were nothing to scoff at, but she has yet to manage to get herself out there. Back in Law School, Twilight had suggested she film her tricks and put them on the internet which Trixie declined.
"The true beauty and wonder of magic is something a camera could never capture.", Twilight never understood that. But Trixie was so passionate about it, she almost didn't care. She loved seeing her friend so happy whenever she would speak of it.
Although lately she seemed to have a lot ln her mind, whenever Twilight would ask she would wave it off. But that's alright, she would tell Twilight when something was wrong eventually, right?
Feeling nostalgic, she reminisced about their time back in Law School. The long nights and study sessions and even the dates they went on together. Could they be called dates? Twilight was never sure. She just knew she liked them.
Then her mind went to how she met her mentor Luna. How someone on campus who Twilight had considered a good friend was murdered in cold blood and she was arrested for it. Luna had defended the young and still foolish Twilight Sparkle.
When Twilight finally graduated Luna was the first person she turned to and she gladly accepted her application.
The first weeks were rough, but luckily whenever she returned home Trixie was right there waiting for her with the world's best and saltiest noodle bowls from Soba's noodle stand down the street. Twilight was pretty sure the two of them were his best customers. They had tried to get their friends to try what in their opinion was the world's best noodles but they were turned off by the literal block of salt swimming inside the bowl.
Well, that was their loss.
The past few days however Twilight has had to eat her bowl alone as Trixie had been working late. Sometimes she came home way past midnight which not something common for the prosecutor.
It made Twilight worry. It was as though her best friend was hiding something from her for whatever reason. Was it something personal? They had always told each other everything whatever it was. She just hoped whatever it was Trixie would be okay soon.
And then, her cellphone rang, startling her, interrupting her train of thought. Trixie's special ringtone.
She grabbed her phone maybe a bit too eagerly and picked up. "Trixie?"
"Twilight! Twilight listen, I need you!" Trixie's voice sounded uncharacteristically anxious. "You have to come down to Eclipse's Law Firm now!"
"What's going on? What happend?" Twilight's worries seemed to be justified.
The next words Trixie uttered filled Twilight with an unbelievable shock, horror and sadness. Tears welled up in her eyes and time slowed down for a moment. Heart racing as she asked her friend to repeat what she had just said while she was already out the door.
One simple sentence turned Twilight's career- no, her entire life upside down.
"Luna has been murdered."
When Twilight arrived at Eclipse's Law Firm the police were already there. Bright lights flashing blue and red blinded her vision, what felt like a dozen different people were running around, police tape surrounded the entrence to the building much to Twilight's horror. Her mentor, someone who had cared for her as if she was her own child, had been murdered mere minutes ago and there was nothing she could've done to stop it, or to bring her back.
Her throat tightened as she approached one of the officers. "E- excuse me, sir." Her voice came out weak and raspy.
The young man of average height turned to face her. "Oh? Yes, how can I help you?"
Twilight bit her quivering lip. "I- I heard that... that Miss Luna Eclipse... that... that she..." her breathing quickened and tears welled up in her eyes.
The man caught on. "Hey, it's okay. Let it out." He put a compforting hand on her shoulder.
"I'd prefer not to cry in front of someone I don't know." Twilight did her best to keep it together.
"I understand." He extended his hand. "Name's Flash Sentry. I'm a detective, as you can probably tell. Who are you?"
Twilight sniffed as she meakly shook it, gripping it a little too hard. "T- Twilight Sparkle. I am... a lawyer at this firm."
"Oh." Flash rested a hand on her shoulder. "I see. My condolences, Miss Sparkle."
The young lawyer gulped and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Is Trixie Lulamoon here? Is she safe?"
Flash thought for a moment before turning around and directing her gaze at the prosecutor, a dull brown blanket hanging from her shoulders. "She was questioned about the events earlier but from the looks of it she seems to be done. You can go to her if you like."
Without a word Twilight took off with a sprint, wrapping her arms around her from behind as tight as she could, causing the blanket to slip off.
"Huh?" Trixie wiggles in her grip, turning around to face her roommate.
Twilight said nothing as she burried her face in the crook of her neck, soaking Trixie's jaquette with her tears.
"Oh, Twilight...", Trixie wrapped her arms around her shaking body, right hand gently stroking the back of her head.
For a few minutes they stood there, Twilight gripping onto the girl for dear life. Trixie pulled back. "Let's sit down." She suggested, picking up the blanket and wrapping it around the poor girl's shivering shoulders.
Only now that they sat on the sidewalk did Twilight realize just how miserable Trixie looked. Her eyes were bloodshot with deep dark bags under them and her hair looked like it hadn't been combed in days. Still, none of this seemed to faze her at the moment as she gently took one of her hands into her own and gave her a sideway hug with the free arm.
Twilight hadn't stopped crying, holding a firm grasp on her friend's hand. She would eventually fall asleep from exhaustion, prompting Trixie to carry her back to their home.
After making sure her roommate was properly set on her bed, wrapped in her own blanket, Trixie proceeded to the kitchen and sat down at the dining table.
"Apples." Trixie muttered quietly as she opened a document on her laptop. "Why did it have to be Apples."