Time Heals All Wounds
Fluttershy’s eyes are hidden behind her long pink hair. You sit beside her, softly rubbing the warm washcloth over her shoulder, removing the dried blood that still remained. You make sure not to be too rough, lest you hurt her. Just feeling the bumps and crevices in her once flawless skin makes you feel horrible.
“Do you hate me?” Fluttershy says, barely above a whisper. It takes a moment to register what she says, but when you do, you look up at her in shock. You hadn’t expected anything like that. With a hand cupping her cheek, you shake your head ‘no,’ mouthing the words ‘of course not.’ You instantly draw her in to a hug, which she returns. She squeezes you a bit, seemingly afraid to let go. You mind her shoulder as you squeeze her a little back.
“Are you mad at me?” she whispers in your ear. You ease back a little so that you’re staring deep into her eyes, which have begun to glaze over again. You lean in and plant a kiss ever so softly beneath her eye. Moving back slowly, you shake your head once again. You move your hands down her arms and to her hands. Your thumbs lightly caress the tendons beneath her soft, fair skin.
“Can you do me a favor please?” Fluttershy asks. You raise an eyebrow and lean forward a bit. “Can you grab my phone from my jeans? Please?” You nod your head, give her forehead a quick kiss, and slide over to the spot on the floor where her soaked jeans lay. As you pick them up, you feel for which pocket her phone is in, and take it out. Placing the jeans back on the ground, you slide over to her and hand the phone over. She unlocks it and starts typing something. You place your left hand on her leg as she types. She turns the phone in her hand to show you the message. It shows a message about to be sent to her mother.
"Can I stay here for the night?"
You smile softly and get your phone from your jeans. You tap your mother's name and ask a similar question. After a few moments, the phone vibrates.
"I don't see why not. But the door stays wide open”
You silently thank your mom and nod to Fluttershy. She smiles and presses a button on her phone. After another few minutes, her phone beeps. She reads it over, smiles widely, and hops into your arms. Her arms squeeze you snugly and warmly. Behind her back, you type out a message. You show it to her after a minute or two.
"I'll take that as a yes then?"
Fluttershy giggles and leans into you. You lean in as well and soon enough your lips are locked again. You put your phone down and bring your hand to her soft pale white cheek. She lets out a squeak as your hand moves slowly to her neck. After a few moments, you open your eyes and pull away. She seems to be floating through space for a moment before she too opens her eyes. Her lips curl up in a warm smile and she brings her hand to yours. Your nod toward the bed, wordlessly asking if she wants to lay down. She nods to you and shifts herself so she’s laying on the bed. You crawl next to her and wrap an arm around her shoulders. She huddles up next to you. She takes a blanket in her hand and looks up to you. You nod and give her a peck on the top of her head. With a quiet giggle, she sets the blanket over herself and you.
“I love you,” she says after a few moments. You smile widely and nuzzle her cheek. She giggles more.
“You know,” she says slowly, “It was kind of nice having someone stand up for me like that earlier.”
You let out a quick breath through your nose, huffing out a silent ‘Yeah?’
“It was weird to see you that aggressive. Usually you’re my big fluff ball.”
You chuckle through your breath.
“Where did you learn that shoulder thing? When you put him to sleep?”
You breathe out another chuckle and reach for your phone. You open the notepad and type:
“Star Trek.”
Fluttershy giggles again. She’s not as big a nerd as you are, but she knows a reference when she sees it..
“Ooh, my big strong Vulcan.” You wheeze out a longer laugh and hug her a little tighter. She giggles louder as well. She rubs her cheek on your chest and hums softly.
"So what now?" she asks a little more hesitantly. You look at her questioningly, raising an eyebrow. She sees this as a sign to elaborate.
“I mean . . . Where do we go from here?” That’s an . . . interesting question. You went through suicide, tears, blood, and scars . . . What now? After a moment or two to think, you start to type on your phone. She keeps her eyes on your face as you write out your message. After a few moments, you hand the phone to her. She reads it aloud, as per your instructions at the beginning of it.
“What now? Now we live our lives as if none of that ever happened. Now we move forward as a couple at our own pace. Nothing much has changed, other than a few maybe-scars. I’m sure those will heal too. It’’s said that time heals all wounds. I like to believe that. Now . . . we do what feels right.”
After her eyes scan the message again, she starts to smile. She places the phone down and nuzzles into you again.
“I couldn’t agree more.” You close your eyes slowly and place a hand on her shoulder. You move your hand up and down softly. You can feel her breathing on your chest. You can feel the softness of her body on yours. This is what you’ve dreamed about for so long. To feel a nurturing hand on you. To feel it caress you tenderly. To have that same hand attached to the girl of your dreams. The girl with the pink hair. The girl you’ve imagined like this for so long. The girl whom you never imagined would actually lay in your arms. The girl who you never thought would love you back. Her name sounds like the sweetest of melodies every time you hear it. The chime of each syllable tasting like maple on your lips. It tickles your tongue. It soothes your throat. It intoxicates you to the point of unbearability. You want to say it so badly. To taste her beautiful, wonderful name like you did so many years ago. Her name is that of which you’ve heard in your dreams, the name that you could hear over and over and over again.
Fluttershy.
You hear a sudden gasp and look down at the girl in your arms. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is agape. She’s looking at you with shrunken pupils and eyes as wide as dinner plates. You look at her with an eyebrow raised.
“Did . . . Did you just . . .”
You mouth the word ‘What?’
“You . . . Do it again,” she says, inching toward you.
What is she talking about? Why the sudden urgency? Do what again? You bring up your hands in a questioning manner. Suddenly, she’s upon you, her arms around your neck and her lips firmly on yours. You immediately melt into the kiss, but a question still rumbles in your mind:
Just what the hell is she talking about?
She breaks away from the kiss with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on your face. It could rival Pinkie Pie’s party-smile with ease. She immediately starts to stammer out of control as she gets on her hands and knees over you.
“You just- I can’t believe- How did you- Omygosh omygosh omygosh! We have to tell people right now!”
You plant your hands firmly on her shoulders. She calms down as you look deep into her eyes, but she remains ecstatic.
“Can you believe it?” she says, leaning in for another kiss. You place your finger on her lips and stare at her. She opens her eyes and looks at you. For a few moments you both stare at each other. She doesn’t seem to be getting what you’re saying, so you pick up your phone again.
“I’m really confused.”
She reads it over and looks at you quizzically.
“Really? You didn’t . . .” She speaks your name quietly, “You said my name. Just now.”
Your eyes widen. You quickly type on your phone.
“Are you sure?”
“I heard it clearly. Your voice was really quiet but I heard it.”
You look down into nothingness for a few moments.
“Try it again.”
A flood of confidence wells up inside of you as you think of what to say. A million choices run through your head, so you pick one that will stick with you forever. You pick what you will remember your whole life, what you’ve always been taught, and what you will forever firmly believe in.
I guess time really does heal all wounds.
Fluttershy smiles warmly and leans in again. This time, you don’t stop her. You let her lay upon you and warm your lips with hers.
It’s a feeling that won’t be forgotten.
The End.