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// Chapter 9 
// Story: You Found Me (Extended) 
// by RedCharge 
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Chapter 9
As Spike woke up from what seemed to be a dream, more nightmare than dream he looked around the room, to his left, the door that would lead him home, to his right, the beautiful jewel that was Rarity, who had fallen asleep on her couch. Spike tried to stand up, to walk out the door without anypony noticing, unfortunately his broken leg kept him from doing such.
"Spike? Where are you going? We never got to talk." caught before he could make it up, Spike sat back down.
Rarity brought an elaborately engraved silver cigarette case down from one of her bookshelves. 
"Seems I'm out of matches, mind sparing a light?"
Spike nodded as Rarity put the cigarette in her mouth, Spike blew a thin stream of fire onto the paper of the cigarette.
"Funny, I never pictured you to be a smoker Rarity, mind if I split it with you?"
She levitated it over to Spike,
"Funny, I hadn't pictured you to smoke either. I guess that's another thing I just learned about you." She held up the blood soaked paper.
"What's that?" Spike asked
"The letter you were going to deliver to me, Macintosh was kind enough to do it for you. I feel I should apologize for my behavior, all these years, I never knew- actually I suppose I always knew, perhaps never quite realized it until-"
"It's alright Rarity."
"But Spike, it can't be that simple, I mean, even when you asked me I got it wrong. I just feel so awful!" 
"C'est la vie, Rarity, that doesn't matter now. All that matters is you being happy. It's all I really ever wanted. Admittedly I wanted you to be happy with ME but I could never really see us working out all that well."
"Why so? Because you're a dragon?"
"Well that, and the fact that, well, eventually, you are going to die. Whereas I, being a dragon, will keep existing until the end of days." the thought had always disturbed Spike, and it was something Rarity had never thought about.
"Then let's enjoy the time we have, together." she leaned in slowly, her cerulean eyes meeting the emerald eyes of the injured dragon, as they're eyes closed and their lips touched there was a moment of pure bliss shared between them. 
For once in a long time, Spike felt real, sober happiness.

And things were finally starting to look up for him.

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Sorry this was so short, but I included an epilogue to make up for it.