Chapter 3
Funny thing about living in an amazing slice of paradise, is that, once you get to the most glorious part, the next event always involves being dragged, kicking and screaming, straight to Tartarus. *Sigh*, this is how that happened.
In our last year at Celestia's School, there was a cold night, like lying on a bed of pillows in front of the fireplace but still needing a blanket cold. Twilight and I were doing just that. We made a habit of reading together. We only had one blanket between us, so it was a bit intimate. I swear I did not plan it that way. We had just finished reading the "Complete Works of HP Lovecolt." We were having a spirited review of his work.
"That was just disturbing. Everyone of those stories had elements of terror and unnatural power. I don't care if the monsters never won. This kind of hopeless grim dark fiction shouldn't exist. "
"Twilight, if there is one thing these stories do show, it is that there is no such thing as a hopeless situation. Those, for lack of a better word, horrors were vast beings of unknowable power and infinite evil. Yet, in the end, courageous and intelligent ponies always bested them. Nothing is impossible, so hope always exists!"
"You are insanely optimistic! You know that!"
I just chuckled, pulled her into a hug, and said "And you love that about me!"
There was no awkwardness, no hesitation, and no warning whatsoever. She pressed her muzzle straight to mine. Our lips met. The sensation was beyond the beyond. It was like when I stopped hearing the drums, except instead of removing a horrible dimension of my life, it was adding a glorious new one. Seriously, like living in 4d rather than 3d. The sudden introduction of this otherworldly pleasure, led to sensory overload. I actually passed out.
I woke up the next morning in a daze. I got out of bed, wondering how I had gotten in to begin with. Then it came rushing back. I was quite satisfied by the previous night's events.
"I AM SO ****ING HAPPY!"
I screamed so loudly that I shattered a window. Then I saw a note on my bedroom door. It read as follow
Dearest Koschei,
I am so very sorry. I just hadn't thought about how you feel. If I'd known you were so averse to thinking about me like that, I would never have kissed you. I'm sorry. I, I won't bother you again.
Sincerely,
Twilight
I was heart broken, both literally and figuratively. One of my hearts stopped. It is a good thing I have two. After taking a moment to get both hearts pumping again, I went looking for her. I did not have any classes with her, so I did it the old fashioned way. I ran up and down every street in Canterlot calling her name. I turned the entire school upside down looking for her. I continued to do so every day until graduation. She did not even attend the ceremony. The only conclusion, she was avoiding me. Worst of all, I knew I was not going to find her if she did not want to be found.
*Sigh*, I... moved on. I went on to be a detective, but there was not a day that passed that I did not think of her. That wound would stay with me for a long time.