//------------------------------// // Day 2 // Story: Flutterheart // by lilinuyasha //------------------------------// “Why not just give her one of yours?” asked Spike. “I can’t.” began Twilight. “I...I only have one. Birth defect. If I give her one of mine, I’ll die. Either that or someone else has to give me one. It’d be easier for that pony to just give Fluttershy theirs.” “Oh. That’s...sorry.” “It’s not your fault. I just wish I could find someone to give Fluttershy a kidney. Rarity won’t do it because the blood will gross her out. Rainbow Dash won’t because she needs to work the clouds. Applejack has to work the farm, and Pinkie can’t stop working at Sugarcube Corner. This just won’t work. And it worries me.” “What about any of the other ponies in town? Lyra? Bon-bon? Rose? Why not ask them?” “I don’t know them well enough, Spike...You can’t just ask someone you barely know to give up their kidney.” she said, sighing heavily. “I just...I just don’t know what to do. There’s not a book in this library on the subject either. Why did this have to happen to her?” she continued, completely losing herself in her own little world. “She didn’t deserve this...she’s a good pony...if anything, I should have been the one gone.” “Twilight, I’m still here, you know.” “Oh, Spike...” she said, her voice trembling. She quickly pulled Spike in close for a tight hug. Spike, slightly hesitant at first, gave in and allowed her to squeeze his feeble frame. He felt her convulse. Then she started crying. Even with his thick scales, he could feel her tears, warm splashes of liquid. He’d never seen her cry before...she’d never hugged him either. He was seeing a brand new side of Twilight, one he thought he’d never see. *** Trey sat silently to himself, writing furiously in a journal, trying to make sense of his feelings. He’d always been terrible with handling grief. When his grandfather died, he almost went insane for a little bit learning to deal with this new emotion. He’d never liked to think of the mortality of ponies, but now he was confronted with it. With someone he loved, no less. He’d been fighting back tears all day while talking to her. Now, she was asleep. Trey took this opportunity to document his emotions. I love her. She’s the only pony I’ve ever loved on this level. Yes, I had someone in Canterlot, but she’s different. Flutterheart...she’s...she’s an angel. An angel in disguise. She’s the kindest soul I’ve ever met, and all the greatest qualities I’ve ever daydreamed about fillies. Soft skin, small hooves, a beautiful face...she’s patient with me...she’s more than I deserve. She means everything to me and it makes me sick to think that there’s nothing I can do to save her. My kidney won’t fit her. Day 2, and no offers have been made yet. Twilight wouldn’t give it up. She probably hasn’t mentioned it to the other 4 of her friends. It’s just so sad to think that the minute I find something great in my life, something that’s actually gone right, gone my way for once in my life, it’s just taken away as soon as it came. I wish that there was something I can do...I’ve never felt so weak and helpless in my life. So small and insignificant. I can’t do anything for the love of my life. We were going to grow old together...I know it’s still early, but I wanted to marry her. There’s so much more I need to learn about her. So much more I need to tell her about me. So much more...there’s so much more that needs to be done, but she’s stuck in a hospital bed. I’d give anything for another day of being hit with a Frisbee, another day to cuddle, help with chores, make breakfast...just one more day. I still have tomorrow, but it feels like this is it. I’ve given up. I can only pray for a miracle. This is it. Trey Fluttershy stirred in her sleep, opening her eyes to Trey writing. He didn’t notice her, though, and he continued writing. Fluttershy watched him silently, as he let silent tears drip onto the journal he was writing in. Eventually he closed it, turning to face her. He looked slightly shocked when he noticed she was awake. “Oh. I didn’t know you were awake.” he said, trying to turn his face away, wiping his tears quickly. “Trey?” she asked solemnly, yet firmly. “Yes, Flutterheart?” “You don’t need to cry for me.” Trey couldn’t help but look at her, finding her smiling at him, as if nothing was wrong. How could she be so optimistic? “Flutterheart, I...” “Shh...” she began, smiling. “I’m not worth crying over.” “You’re worth everything to me, Fluttershy.” he said, firmly. “Don’t undervalue yourself. You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and it makes me sad and upset when you try to tell yourself you’re not worth that much.” he said, tears streaming down his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, but it looks like I am. You’re the only pony I’ve ever felt like I could love, fully reveal myself to. I can actually be myself around you. I just...I love you too much to lose you.” “Trey, you shouldn’t be crying because I’m not. I’m not worried, silly. You shouldn’t be either.” “How can you be so optimistic? I don’t understand...” “Trey, I firmly believe that if there’s a will, there’s a way. I love you more than anything. More than all of my animals combined. I know that you and I are meant to be together. Whether that happens in this life or the next, it’s going to happen. Besides, I can take solace in the fact that even if I die...” she said, smiling, grabbing his hoof. “...your face will be the last thing I see.” Trey broke down crying at that statement. That was one of the most meaningful things he’d heard from her yet. He gathered his wits and spoke again. “I tried giving my kidney...but they wouldn’t take it. This is one place where the thought doesn’t count.” “You’ve given so much to me, Trey...I don’t need your kidney to feel loved. Simply you being here is what I need.” she said, closing her eyes. “All I need is you. Nothing more.” Trey smiled at her. She was so full of wisdom Trey never knew she had. Trey gently, tenderly, and lovingly, kissed her. She smiled, nuzzling her pillow. She soon feel asleep as the sun set behind Trey, counting off to the last day she would spend on this earth.