Shy
By: Anonymule
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A rhythmic clicking filled the air, as the mare with a royal purple mane fed the machine more fabric. This was the third time today that she had to start over completely. The rest of her ‘creations’ lacked the special charm that all of her designs shared, or had stitching mistakes that made the piece unusable. Her whole week had been an utter disaster. She knew the reason why her creative juices were flowing, but wouldn’t admit it to herself.
The creative slump started a week ago, when a dear friend confessed his feelings for her. Spike, her little ‘Spikey Wikey’ had finally said what she’s been dreading to hear. Rarity loves spike, but not in the way, that he loves her. It had absolutely pained her to turn him down, but it had to be done. She’d known about spike’s feelings for a while now, you’d have to be positively oblivious to miss the not-so-subtle ‘hints’ that he’s left.
At first, she found his crush cute, but over time, she realized just how deep his feelings were for her. That is why she had to do it, breaking his heart left her hollow on the inside, but it had to be done. If only she could ha—
*Knock* *Knock* *knock*
Rarity’s thoughts had been interrupted as a knocking came from her door, she left her workroom, wiping away few stray tears as she answered the door.
“Hello Rarity!” Twilight greeted when the door was opened, as her friend visibly paled even whiter than she already was.
‘Oh no! no! no!’ Rarity thought to herself, the one pony that she did not need to see right now, was on her doorstep.
“Um, you ok?”
Rarity mentally prepared herself; Twilight was no doubt here to give her quite the tongue-lashing for breaking her assistant’s heart. “I-I’m F-Fine dear.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been shyer than Fluttershy herself this week.”
“Just Fine,” Rarity stated a little more forcefully.
Twilight mulled over what her friend had just told her, taking into account the white mare’s body language, it only raised her suspicions.
“Are you really sure?” Twilight cooked her head and raised an eyebrow at the fidgeting mare.
Rarity removed her gaze from Twilight’s eyes as she began to hyperventilate when her fidgeting worsened. “I-I-I” she tried to speak but the words died in her mouth, she swallowed hard trying to force the words out.
“I’M SO SORRY,” The seamstress wailed as she struggled to hold back tears. “I d-didn’t mean t-to break his heart!”
Her suspicions conformed the lavender mare wrapped her friend in an embrace. “Shh , Rarity, it’s ok Rarity, I’m not at all mad with you.” Twilight whispered.
“You’re n-not?” Rarity asked from within the confines of her friend’s chest.
“No, I’m not,” Twilight kissed Rarity’s forehead softly. “How could I be mad with one of my best friends.”
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