Dear Princess Celestia,
I know it’s late writing this kind of letter to you, but my friends and Big Mac told me that I should do this to help with the feelings that have been plaguing me in my waking and sleeping hours. I have done so much reading on how to deal with the pain of losing him. He was my little brother, even if he wasn’t a pony. I miss him so mu…
The magic around the quill faded and it dropped to the paper and left a mark. A few teardrops landed on the paper and caused the ink to run down the page. Twilight felt a gentle hoof start giving her shoulders a nice massage. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned to the pony giving her one of the best massages in all of Equestria
“Thank you so much, Mac. I never thought it would be this…” Before she could finish, a hoof was placed on her lips and the red stallion give her the smile she fell in love with.
“I know, Twi.” He was a stallion of few words, but his words had effects that others wish they could have with ponies. Twilight turn and nestled her face into his chest. She wanted to be strong and stand on her own four hooves, but she couldn’t do it for long and when she felt like she was about to crumble way, Big Mac would stand beside her and hold her up.
Every mare in Ponyville would give their mane and tail to be with a stallion like Big Mac. Twilight couldn’t believe that he came to her and asked her out. She could remember the day he came by the library with some story about needing a book. She giggled in his chest as she thought about how he spent hours looking up and down the rows of books. Twilight tried her best help him, but he wouldn’t give her all she need to know to help him.
So, she would just stand next to him as he looked at the few books and he would try to take a look at her and every time he would have this goofy smile on his face. She tried to ask him again if she could help him with anything and he give her a nod. He said, “Eeyup. I was wondering if you could help me ask you out on a date.”
Without even thinking about what he said, she smiled and nodded. “Sure, I can help you wit…” She blinked as her mind reported the rest of what he said. “Did you just asked me out?” He nodded and turned his head away to hide what he thought was a visible blush, but was well hidden behind his already bright red coat.
Twilight wasn’t so lucky with hiding her blush. With the loss of words to say, her head just nodded and she rushed to give him a hug. No stallion had ever asked her out. And, ever since then she had enjoy many great dates and even some really fun nights later in their relationship. Only a few months ago, he asked if she wouldn’t mind if she moved in with him.
Now, the stallion that she was madly in love with was living with her and was giving her comfort while she tried to write a letter that should have been written long ago. Twilight used Big Mac’s chest to wipe away the few tears that remained on her face. He placed a hoof on her back and gave it a gentle rub. She looked up to see his smiling face; it’s warmth somehow seemed like it could melt away any sadness. Twilight leaned forward to place a kiss on Big Mac’s chin.
She turned away and made her way to the door, giving a little swing of her tail as she went. “That is the best kiss you get right now, or at least untill I find my step ladder. It’s your fault for being so tall and handsome.” She giggled as he followed her.
He knew he would get the kiss that he really wanted, but it would have to wait. It was about dinnertime and he knew that Twilight couldn’t cook to save her life. Before Spike’s death, the little guy would cook her meals. By the accounts he heard from Rarity and Twilight herself, he was a really good cook. He knew that he could never match the little guy’s cooking, but he hoped that he was good enough to keep her belly full and a smile on her face.
Twilight started to help him, trying her best to learn how to cook a meal without burning down the whole library in the process. Big Mac kept telling her to put back the book and just listen to him and watch what he did. After that, she kept a few of the cookbooks nearby in case she might have a chance to use one.
And, that night he was going to try and be romantic and set up a candle-lit dinner for her. The challenge of the night was trying to get her out of the library for a few hours, so he could get everything ready. As of late, she rarely hung out with her friends, due to what had happened. Big Mac made his way into the kitchen to find Twilight looking over one of the cookbooks.
“Twili, I thought I asked you not to use those darn cookbooks!” He tried to give her a stern look, but he couldn’t keep it up. She just looked up at him with her sweet, beautiful, lavender eyes and even though they were a little red and puffy, they could melt any stern look he gave her.
“Oh, sorry, Big Mac. I just couldn’t help looking at new things to try.” The books made their way back to the shelves. “I’m guessing you want to cook, tonight?”
“Eeyup.”
Twilight giggled and walked over to him. She gave a gentle nuzzle before looking up at him. “So what should I do than? I guess I could read a book or something while I wait.” Big Mac smiled as he nuzzled back.
“I was talking to Miss. Rarity the other day. And, she seems like she missed talking to you. So, I told her that I would send you down, while I take care of a few things around here..” He walked her to the front door before Twilight could even try to get out of leaving. “Now, off with you. I’ve got things to do.”
Twilight sighed as she walked out the door. “I don’t know what is going on in that head of yours.” She turned around and kissed Big Mac on the lips. “I think you have earned that.” He smiled and waved as Twilight trotted away to Rarity’s. Now, it was time to get his flank in gear and have everything ready before Twilight got back.
The close sign that hung on the door had started to gather dirt. Rarity was the one pony Twilight didn’t really want to talk to. Out of all her friends, Rarity had taken Spike’s death the hardest. She closed her shop, telling everypony that it would open when she was done grieving. It had been a month since the shop was last open. She sighed as she knocked on the door a few times.
She heard her hoofsteps and then the door slowly opened to the half the faced of a white mare with old, running makeup. “Oh, hello there, Twilight. What brings you here?”
“Big Mac told me that you and him talked the other day. He then sent me here because you had wanted me to visit.” Twilight smiled as Rarity moved out of the way for her to enter.
“Twilight, you have one crafty, special somepony on your hooves.” Rarity closed the door and walked to the kitchen. “Care for a cup of tea? I can make a fresh pot.”
“Sure.” Twilight took a seat in the living room. She had a feeling that this was going to lead to a long talk that neither of them really wanted, but like all things in life, it would happen no matter how much they didn’t want it to.