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// Everyday - psp7master 
// Story: The Jazzy Fillyfooling Group Collab 
// by The Princess Rarity 
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"Vinyl, breakfast is ready!"

I got up from my bed, already wide awake, but still in that blissful after-sleep haze that makes your mind go round and about. That day, like any other day, my mind went round and about my roommate, Octavia. I'd wake up every morning, trot downstairs, praying the old steps wouldn't fail - I have this strange fear of falling through the floor, down to the very pit of Tartarus; I know it's silly, but that's how it is - and finally reaching her, giving her a hug, the sheer happiness from which I'd try to contain for the whole of the day, for my hugging quota was fulfilled for the day. I was just a roommate, and a friend, and I couldn't go throwing hugs upon her.

She is beautiful; she's the most beautiful mare you'll ever lay eyes upon. Her grey coat reflecting the early sunlight, her gorgeous black mane falling upon her shoulders oh so softly, her eyes... her divine, mesmerising lavender eyes... I could write poems about her eyes alone; if I were a poet, that is.

Today, I told myself, as I would tell myself every day. Today I'm gonna ask you out, Tavi. Today. Every day, I'd tell myself that; and every day, I'd fail to do it. Was that day any different?

I trotted downstairs, giving the grey mare a short, cheerful hug, which she returned gently, but politely. There's this special attitude about her, you see: always prim and proper, always so... snooty. In a good way, though.

"Come on, Vinyl, your favourite pancakes are ready."

With that, I sat down at table, opposite her, faking excitement at the upcoming tasty treat. Don't get me wrong: I like pancakes, but I like Octavia more. Much, much more.

How to tell her about it, though?

"Tavi," I said carefully, waiting till she chewed on her pancake, lest she interrupt me. Not that she would, anyway; but I had to make sure. "You know, Tavi, we're really good friends, right?"

"Indeed."

Okay, that was a good start, right? Still, it was the same start as every day. 'Indeed.' So uptight, so classy, so... cold.

I felt my confidence vanish. Looking at her, I could see a small, polite smile on her face. The little wrinkles below her eys were smiling at me as well; but this was a friendly smile. It was a smile you'd toss to your friend, but never to your lover. Or, well, potential lover.

I groaned mentally and sighed aloud. I couldn't. I just couldn't face her rejection. No. Not today. I'd try again tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. I'd try every single day. Every day.

"I... I need to get some OJ!" I exclaimed, throwing my hoof in the air, once again faking a positive outlook. "Want some?"

She shook her head, and I stood up without finishing breakfast. I'd have much time to finish it after I'd return and she'd leave for her rehearsal. So much time. Alone. Like every day.

I turned, and walked away, tears blurring my vision. She'd never be mine. I knew it well. I wasn't entitled to her love. I wasn't authorized to love her. But, at least, I could be her friend. But I knew I would never cease my pathetic efforts at reaching for her. I knew I'd continue breaking myself down, if only to see her chuckle at my mumbling. I'd always carry on.

Every day.