I took the coat from Applejack’s, and hung it over my left wing. The orange pony had tried to get me to stay, but I had refused outright. I just wanted to be alone. Whenever I rustled my wing, it released the scent of berries from the coat. But that wasn’t what I cared about, the smell that I loved the most about the coat. Was that it was his scent.
I didn’t know where I was headed; I just aimlessly walked around the town. I eventually found myself near the library, I felt a need to explain to Twilight why her birthday had been ruined so badly. The magenta pony welcomed me with open hooves. And when she saw the coat on my back, she realized why I was here. I looked up and saw Rarity and Spike looking back at me, they had obviously come here out of having nowhere else to go, now that he was gone, none of us felt like celebrating anything.
I no longer held back, I told the three of them everything. Some stuff they already knew, like Soarin’s true reason for coming here. But they gasped with surprise when I told them how I came across getting the coat. “You poor dear...” Rarity had said, still slightly dirty and dishevelled. “He, sounds like he... is in just as much pain as you are darling.” She began to tear up, and Spike tried his best to comfort her. Which resulted in her falling onto him and wailing in misery. “IT’S JUST SO ROMANTICALLY TRAGIC! LIKE A MODERN DAY ROMEO AND JULIET! WHYYYYYYYYYY! WHY DID HE HAVE TO LEEAAAAHEHEHEHEEEEEVE!” her last word broke up in her sobs as she gave into her emotions and cried in earnest on the small struggling dragons shoulder.
My confession took a few hours, once everything had been said it had begun to grow dark. So I took my leave, Twilight followed me to the door. And as I passed through and turned to say good night, she moved close to my ear and whispered.
“He really does love you, more than anything in this whole world. Trust me.” Everyone was asking me to trust them, it drove me insane! I didn’t want to trust, I just wanted him back here! With me! Racing in the streets, or simply talking and me making a fool of myself in front of him! I would fly away to find him, if I knew which way he went. The road split into four direction further down, which made it impossible to know where he was going, because he probably didn’t even know.
Marauding around town eventually brought me to a hill. I looked around, I felt light headed with my fatigue setting in. It was picnic hill. I came and sat under the tree. Angling myself to look up into the stars, I took his coat -It smelt so much like him!- and wrapped myself up inside it. I fell asleep very soon after that, my last conscious thought was of him. Was he safe? I hoped so. Wherever he was heading, I hoped it made him happy.