His eyes shifted from the dirt to her face as he felt himself lifted off the ground. He looked into her eyes, trying to find pity, remorse, understanding, anything really. All he saw was the cold stare, as if he was something beneath her, something to be destroyed.
“You don’t have to do this.” He pleaded with the changeling queen.
“Don’t I?” Chrysalis gave him a disbelieving stare. “If I don’t do this now, everypony will suffer, including my subjects, your precious Princess’s subjects and everypony in between.” She spat the word ‘princess’ with distaste, as though it was an unholy word.
“I can fix this! I can find a way to save you! Please don’t be this way!” He was desperate, clinging to every strand of hope he could find. Chrysalis ignored him and continued to walk, levitating him alongside her.
“This is for the best, you’ll see.” She tried to keep her voice level. “If I don’t do this, I’ll lose everything, including you. I don’t want that…it isn’t fair.” They had reached the exit to the hive, where changeling guards stood at the ready. She walked to the doorway and stood, staring out at the landscape before her. The rolling hills, the trees, even the great lake in the valley below. Far in the distance, you could even see the towers of Canterlot Castle, his home.
“I don’t want to leave! I’ll fight for you! Please let me stay, Chryssie!” He was begging now, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry about this. I really am. But this has to stop. You cannot stay with me any longer.” She sounded like the words were strangling her, but she continued to speak anyway. She was awarded with silence from her friend.
“I…love you…” He said at last, all the willpower drained from him.
Chrysalis kissed his cheek. “I know.” She whispered in a tearful voice. “I’m a changeling, remember?”
She began to cast a spell, magic weaving its way about her horn. Slowly he began to get engulfed in the magic himself; he gave her one last pleading look of apology before he vanished in a flash of light. And then Chrysalis was alone, save for the millions of voices in her head, all murmuring the same thing over and over again.
Alex stopped writing and rubbed his eyes. He had no idea what came after this point in the story. Did Chrysalis really miss him? Should he come back to the hive to save her from Celestia’s wrath? What would happen to him for working with the changeling queen? Alex didn’t have the faintest idea; it was too hard to think of ideas when his own life sucked too much.
He got up from his desk and looked around the small apartment. Even for such a cramped space, it still felt empty without her stuff here. All the lame CDs, the porcelain plates, hell, he even missed her dog. He wanted to think that he was over her, to think that he was better off without her. But in truth, he knew that he was lying to himself. He missed his girlfriend.
His phone began to ring, playing his favorite tune as it lay on the counter. He let it ring a couple of times before moving to answer it.
‘This day is going to be perfect, the kind of day of which I’ve dreamed since I was small.’
He snatched up the phone and answered it. To be frank, he wasn’t sure if any day would ever be perfect ever again.
“Hello?”
“Are you coming in today or what?” The person on the other line which wasn't hard for a short little Italian to do.
“Geez, Mr. Depachi, I’m feeling kind of sick. I’m thinking I’m going to stay home…” He replied lamely.
“Listen kid, you've been skipping work for over a week now, what’s gotten into you?” The old man demanded.
Alex didn't feel like explaining himself to anyone at this point. All he wanted was to be alone.
“I just have some heavy stuff at the moment, sir.”
“Tell you what, Alex. If you don’t come in today, then don’t bother coming in to work at all.”
Alex sighed audibly. As hard as things were right now, he still needed a job, or he’d be sad, alone and hungry.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He told his boss before hanging up.
He grabbed his keys and stepped out the door, throwing one last glance at his computer. The story would have to wait until he got back. Hopefully, he might make some progress on it when he came home.
Then again, he thought as he closed the door. Maybe not.