8-28-12
I love her. She’s the only pony I’ve ever loved on this level. Yes, I had someone in Canterlot, but she’s different. Flutterheart...she’s...she’s an angel. An angel in disguise. She’s the kindest soul I’ve ever met, and all the greatest qualities I’ve ever daydreamed about fillies. Soft skin, small hooves, a beautiful face...she’s patient with me...she’s more than I deserve. She means everything to me and it makes me sick to think that there’s nothing I can do to save her. My kidney won’t fit her. Day 2, and no offers have been made yet. Twilight wouldn’t give it up. She probably hasn’t mentioned it to the other 4 of her friends. It’s just so sad to think that the minute I find something great in my life, something that’s actually gone right, gone my way for once in my life, it’s just taken away as soon as it came. I wish that there was something I can do...I’ve never felt so weak and helpless in my life. So small and insignificant. I can’t do anything for the love of my life. We were going to grow old together...I know it’s still early, but I wanted to marry her. There’s so much more I need to learn about her. So much more I need to tell her about me. So much more...there’s so much more that needs to be done, but she’s stuck in a hospital bed. I’d give anything for another day of being hit with a Frisbee, another day to cuddle, help with chores, make breakfast...just one more day. I still have tomorrow, but it feels like this is it. I’ve given up. I can only pray for a miracle.
This is it.
Trey
8-30-12
She lived. It’s a miracle. We found a donor at the last minute. I was thinking I wouldn’t be able to love Flutterheart any more...but now we have the rest of our lives. More days of Frisbee injuries, more days of romantic walks, lovely nights spent cuddling up pretending to watch a movie, and of course, more days just to love her and bask in the glorious filly that she is. She is my Flutterheart...she is my everything.
Trey
“I really only have a few more entries before we get to...Christmas.” said Trey, smiling. He couldn’t wait to tell that story. It was his favorite yet...the day he proposed to the wonderful mare he was now married to.
“Tickle!” said Fluttershy, nuzzling his neck with her nose, catching him off guard. She made sure he’d pay for it, and that’s what was happening now. Trey couldn’t help but laugh out loud as Fluttershy continued, making him roll around on the bed in ecstatic convulsions. She was totally in control. At least, until Trey brought a hoof up to her neck, making her cringe back, laughing. Trey then quickly nuzzled her neck, regaining control of the situation.
“That wasn’t fair!” said Fluttershy. Trey pulled back, smiling at her.
“Life’s not fair.” he added, quickly kissing her before she had a chance to say anything. Fluttershy exhaled, passionately putting her hooves behind his neck, forcing his face closer to hers.
***
“Dad, can we play tickle and everything?” asked Anacrusis.
“I don’t know...I don’t feel so good.” said Trey, holding his hoof.
“What’s wrong?” asked Flutterwing, carefully trotting up to it.
“I don’t know...it just feels stiff for some reason.”
Flutterwing gently kissed it, much like Fluttershy did years earlier, smiling up at Trey. “All better.” she said.
“It DOES feel better...but it still feels weird...I think...”
“Uh oh...” began Anacrusis.
“I think it’s turning into...THE HOOF!” he said, holding it high in the air, lingering it there for suspense, before quickly bringing it to the neck of Anacrusis, tickling him.
“But what’s this?” he added, swinging his other hoof up. “Another hoof?” He continued, quickly swooping up Flutterwing before she had a chance to get away. Foalish shrieks of laughter filled the halls of Fluttershy’s cottage, making this Saturday a great way to start the day. Fluttershy casually trotted in the living room, surveying the scene.
“Is Daddy being mean again?” she asked them.
“Make him stop!” yelled Flutterwing, in between laughs.
“Come here, Flutterwing...” said Fluttershy, nodding at Trey. Trey let her go, holding Anacrusis tight.
“What was daddy doing?” asked Fluttershy.
“He was tickling me...”
“Oh...like this?” she asked, gently tickling her for a few seconds.
“Yes!” she managed to gasp. “Don’t you start, too...” she demanded. She didn’t REALLY want them to stop, but it became tradition of the game. They’d try to get away, begging for mercy, but they’d still always hover around them, tempting Trey or Fluttershy to catch them again, tickling them until they cried with laughter. Fluttershy ignored her orders, tickling her, nuzzling her neck with her nose. Trey followed suit, making sure Anacrusis was part of the fun. Of course, part of the fun was letting them get away for a few seconds while Trey pretended to be a hunter, calling out their names, wondering where they were.
“Anacrusis...where’d he go?”
“I don’t know.” said Fluttershy.
“Well...is he in...here?” asked Trey, opening a cupboard for dramatic effect. “What about...here?” he continued, looking under shelves. “I guess the only place he could be...is...HERE!” he yelled, opening the last remaining bookcase. Anacrusis hopped out, laughing, scurrying about, trying to keep away from his father. Trey smiled to himself. He loved being a dad. He looked over at Fluttershy, seeing her occupied with Flutterwing. He quickly trotted up, giving a kiss on her cheek before hurrying off to capture Anacrusis again.
***
9-2-12
Fluttershy’s still bed-ridden, but she’s stable. She’s going to live, and that’s all I need. The only thing I’m finding rather annoying is that she’ll occasionally go on a rant about how ugly she is. She’s always been concerned about her public image, but no matter how much I tell her that she’s still beautiful, that she’s still the prettiest mare in the world, she’ll always come back to that thought. Granted, it takes longer and longer for her to start apologizing again, but it’s still incessant. I don’t mind telling her how pretty she is. The only thing that bothers me is that she’s not accepting herself. She can’t change what happened. She’s not changing the fact that I’m staying with her. So why bother apologizing? I still love her indefinitely. She’s the most amazing mare I’ve ever known, and I’m not going to let something as trivial as a facial injury get in the way of my love for her. Besides, she stayed with me when I was terribly injured by the Frisbee, left to fend for my own in this cruel, dark world with a bruise on my cheek. Yet, she showed me the light, wondrously kissing it, showing me the way before setting me free to my wild captivity. How wild and captivity work together, I’ll never know. Only me...only me...
Anyways, school’s going over fine. Been a little behind on things (I wonder why?) but it’s been good so far. We placed 11th at the contest, barely missing finals eligibility. From what I’ve heard about their performance previous to my arrival, this was a huge improvement. Glad to have been of some help. I’ve felt useless with Flutterheart recently, it’s good to know I can do something right. Speaking of which, I’d better get back to her.
In wild captivity,
Trey