//------------------------------// // The Wedding Day // Story: Letters to Vinyl // by runforever101 //------------------------------// Enigma’s feelings were mixed. There was nervousness. What if I forget my vows? There was excitement. I am finally marrying the mare of my dreams! There was anger. Stupid tailor, stupid button… There was confusion. If I’m correct this time, then Octavia and Broadway are closer to Vinyl and… and… wait. Who’s the Ring Bearer again? But mostly there was unconditional love. This is it my love, they day we spend the rest of our lives together! Long story short, today was Enigma and Vinyl’s wedding day. Enigma was wearing a fancy tux; his grandfather’s to be exact. I wish you were here to see this Granddad… Thinking of Vinyl and his grandfather made him think of the letters from almost five years ago. “Is today the day I should confront her about it?” He decided against it. If it were to anger her, it would ruin the happy day. He looked at himself in the mirror. His silver buttons sparkled over the soft, white ruffles. His black jacket gave him an almost Snow White appearance. His mane was pulled into a side part and his eyelashes were almost unnoticeable. It was arguable that he looked more masculine than ever. He was interrupted by a bang then an angry scream across the hallway coming from Vinyl’s room. “No! I have to wear my shades!” “Catch them if you can!” “We think that you shouldn’t wear them to your wedding darling!” “I agree with Rarity and Broadway.” “OCTAVIA!” He chuckled, thinking about his bride. Soon the yelling died down and he began to memorize his vows in peace. That is, until a letter peeked itself under the door. Before grabbing it, he opened the door to see who dropped it. Rarity was kneeling down with her snout where the door used to be. She looked up, grinning sheepishly, and then stood. “Vinyl couldn’t risk you seeing her in her wedding dress, it’s bad luck you know!” Then she hurried away. As soon as she made it back to her room, excited giggles seeped through the hallways. Enigma chuckled again and used his wings to open the letter. Dear Enigma, Isn’t it awesome that we’re getting married soon? It seems like just yesterday we met in pony for the first time in Canterlot and it seems like just moments ago I fell in love with you. There is something we haven’t talked about in a while though, our letters. Enigma cringed. I loved how every night I would read about your adventures and poems! I would love writing back to you too! But I was too forward. After all, I barely knew you! My friends were making fun of me for sending you letters, and as I told you, I got into a bar fight! I was furious at you for some odd reason and I wanted to be angry at you. It was terrible, those things I wrote, and I’m sorry. I wanted to forget you, but you just came back to me. It’s almost as if fate wanted us to come together all along. I love you, Enigma. This time I can truly tell that to you. Your soon-to-be wife, Vinyl Scratch. Unlike most stallions, he didn’t hold in his love. He let the liquid pride flow (or the liquid happiness in this case). He wasn’t confused anymore. He wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t angry or excited anymore either. His heart felt warm and his love for his fiancé grew. He had gotten the first letter from her in a long time. He had finally gotten the last letter he needed from her. His last letter from Vinyl.