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// Golden - TaviPlaysTheBass 
// Story: The Twinkie Group Collab! 
// by Drizzle Quill 
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Author: TaviPlaysTheBass


Prompt: Golden





Everything about Twilight Sparkle was golden. She was a princess, she wore a sparkling magical crowd, she was beloved by all citizens of Equestria. She was perfectly golden in every way. And Pinkie wasn’t.

Pinkie walked slowly around her bed in the dark. The Cakes had gone to bed hours ago, but Pinkie still paced, her swirling thoughts and the loud, solid clopping noise of her hooves on the wooden floor keeping her awake into the early hours of the morning.

Her deflated hair clung to her face as she pulled a picture out of her bedside drawer. In the photograph, her and Twilight stood laughing side by side wearing colorful umbrella hats. A small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered that happy time.

She had been planning to tell Twilight everything, she really had, but now everything was different. Now that Twilight was a princess she wouldn’t have any more time for a silly Ponyville pony like Pinkie, she would be off doing bigger things, solving princess problems, and most important of all, she wouldn’t have time for any of her old friends.

Pinkie had been planning to tell Twilight for the past week. She had been working up the nerve to finally confess what she felt, but she was feeling uncharacteristically shy about it. For a pony usually so confident and random, it had been a strange experience to carefully and nervously plan out everything about the confession until she was sure it was perfect.

And then the trouble with cutie marks all getting switched up happened. Then Twilight fixed it with her awesome magical goodness. And then she had become a princess. It had been a whirlwind of rapid events, and when it was over, Pinkie just knew that her chance was gone.

The Coronation had been painful for her, she wanted so badly to be happy for her friend, to of everything everything that Twilight had accomplished, but the smile on her face the entire time had been a facade. A delicate lie that could break at the slightest touch.

She had come straight back to Sugarcube Corner afterwards, and locked herself in her room. Twilight had stayed in Canterlot of course, but her other friends all came by and tried to cheer her up. They didn’t have the slightest idea of what had Pinkie so down, and she had no intention of telling them. She didn’t want to make them feel sad too just because she got her heart broken over some little crush. After about an hour waiting outside of her door, they had given up and left.

She knew that it was time to put her feelings to rest. To try and forget what she had felt for that funny, awkward, beautiful, intelligent mare, and think of her only as a friend as she once had. 

The alternative was incredibly painful no matter how Twilight reacted to her confession. Chances were that she would get shot down by Twilight, and in the slight chance that Twilight said yes, their relationship would likely fail. The duties of royalty didn’t allow Twilight much time for romantic walks in the park, or baking dates, the relationship would just wither and die.

Yes, it was hopeless. So why couldn’t Pinkie just forget about it?