Twilight walked back to the castle, feeling utterly embarrassed and mad at herself.
“I shouldn’t have said anything..” she mumbled to herself. She walked in without saying a word to Spike who was waiting at the door.
“What was the big news?” Spike asked, concerned. “Sorry I couldn’t come, you know I’ve been busy lately. But I really wanna know!” Spike had been recently appointed as a Royal Guard from Twilight, so obviously he was busier than usual.
Twilight looked up to him and wore a fake smile. “Pinkie’s pregnant.” Twilight replied less-than-enthusiastically. “Woah! A mini Pinkie!” Spike exclaimed as he laughed endearingly at the thought of it. “That’s awesome!”
Twilight nodded and headed for her room, not saying much else.
“Hey, you okay?” Spike asked. He sensed something was up. Twilight nodded. “I’m just beat, I promise.” she told him, not adding anything else to give away her ruse to avoid the awkward laughter moment with Pinkie being recreated.
“Oh, alright. Go get your rest. If you need me, I’ll be in the main hall.” Spike said as he walked the opposite direction. He knew something was wrong, but he wanted to give her space. They’d talk it out eventually. After all, Spike was Twilight’s first friend and basically adopted son. She can’t hide anything from him, can she?
Twilight’s body ached as she trudged to her bedroom. Ached with guilt, regret, anger, embarrassment. She knows she shouldn’t feel this way. She knew how stupid she was being, and she was genuinely happy for the couple. But, it was like a small mini, younger Twilight in her mind was yelling “PINKIE SHOULDN’T BE WITH HIM, SHE SHOULD BE WITH ME!” and she knew exactly how selfish and entitled that sounded. She was thankful for the fact that she wasn’t in love with Pinkie. At least not anymore. She knew it was just a crush that, similar to a pest or a weed, wouldn’t go away no matter how hard she tried to get rid of it.
Twilight sat up onto her desk and sighed, putting her head down.
Am I really about to do this?
She felt like an utter fool, and felt ashamed she had nowhere else to turn.
She had never told Spike her feelings about Pinkie. In fact, she never told anyone other than Pinkie herself. She knew it would be too hard to explain to him, he was still just a kid.
Reluctantly, Twilight brought out some parchment paper and a quill. She was about to do something she hadn’t done in a very, very long time. But she knew this certain someone would be understanding.
Dear, Princess Celestia…