Diamond Petals

by Exelion


Diamond Spoon

Dear diary:

I know I’ve been… not using you appropriately for months and I’m really sorry about using you for dumb drawings, and also ripping off your pages to make paper boats. But today, I have something really important to tell you… my best friend kissed me.

That is what Diamond Tiara wrote on her diary the night that the full moon was over the skies.
 
She couldn’t sleep. She could only remember that magical moment time after time again.
 

Magical?

She wrote slowly, doubting that word for a second. She wanted it to erase it but couldn’t, something very deep in her prevented it.
 
There was so much pressure that she started shedding tears. She was desperate to find out what was going on with her. Doubt and the unknown tormented her.
 

I don’t know what to do diary, I’m afraid. I can’t stop thinking about that, her. I don’t even see her as a friend… but I also can’t think about distancing myself or tell her we are not going to be anything anymore.

Frustrated, she threw her diary to the wall and sunk her head on her double bed, and yelled to vent herself.
 
It worked, but not enough.
 
After staying like that for a couple minutes, she rose from her bed to go to the bathroom and wash her face with cold water. But she realized the way the moon was invading her room, and pointed to her diary.
 
Some of the pages separated due to the force of impact.
 
Distressed, she picked up the pages and tried to place them in order, guiding herself by the first writing that she recognized.
 

It’s the first time I wrote in one of these things. My new friend gave it to me, she says it’s called a diary. It’s so cold in here. I’m in a sort of camp where the children of parents like my dad have fun for a while.

I met a nice filly, she’s called Silver Spoon. During the days that the camp lasted we turned into great friends. Her glasses are funny.

She laughed after remembering the first impressions she had of Silver. She kept reading the innocent annotations of her being until she reached a part she deemed important.
 

Silver Spoon told me that thanks to her daddy’s job she’d be moving to Ponyville. Now we can be friends forever! Although, lately I’ve been feeling a bit weird. I don’t know how to describe it but at the time of sleep I felt a strange warmth in my chest, what’s strange is, it’s happened before when I shared a tent with Silver.

I’m not going to lie to you diary, I love this feeling. I’ll do what I can to keep feeling this way when we come back to Ponyville.

This written statement left Diamond thinking. As innocent as it was, and taking into account that back then she knew nothing about love, she could identify that same feeling from those days in Silver’s kiss.
 
She had to keep investigating.
 
All night, she stayed up, placed the pages in order and read them, page after page of her personal diary, discovering with astonishment how her relationship with her friend grew more and more up to the point of becoming real close.
 
And every few pages she felt the same thing.
 
Hard hearth beats.
 
Warm sensations.
 
Mind in a blank.
 
Wishes of hugging her and never letting go.
 
And it only happened when they organized sleep-overs. More specifically, when they shared a bed to sleep.
 
“But what’s going on? Why did I feel that when I was with her?” she thought.
 
But just as she was about to discover the cause, she found something she wasn’t expecting. Scribbled pages.
 
All and every single one of them.
 
She passed over the pages faster each time, only to discover that they were all unreadable.
 
«Scribbled. Scribbled. Scribbled. Torn. Crumpled. Erased. Scribbled scribbled scribbled!»
 
She gave a yell of resignation before dropping herself to the ground. What did this all mean? Why were most pages like that? She concentrated in vain trying to remember what happened.
 
Something inside her intuited that Silver Spoon was behind all this.
 
Now, how to find out?
 

 

The next morning, the sun crowned the first hours of the day, and fillies like our protagonists had to attend to a new school day.
 
As always, Silver Spoon walked alone to the school. Not being alongside Diamond during the walk was usual, but there was something else that morning. She had the feeling that somepony was closely following her.
 
But her suspicions were cast aside after seeing a gift box on the floor, with a big red bow and white cover.
 
She looked around hoping to see someone hidden. Must have been good at it because she saw nopony.
 
Cautiously, she bit the bow with her teeth and unwrapped the gift. Her eyebrow rose in doubt as she saw a blindfold next to a written letter.
 
“Wear it, and walk forward.” Was written in impeccable letters.
 
Without opposing, she blinded her eyes and started to walk a few slow steps forward, making sure there were no trees to bump into.
 
Ten steps were enough to get to her surprise.
 
A big blush came up on her cheeks as she felt how some lips made contact with hers. All of her senses rocketed and her heart reached the sky.
 
There was only one pony that could make her feel like that.
 
The mysterious mare broke the kiss and took off her blindfold. A warm smile was the first thing that she saw, followed by a blush as strong, or even stronger than hers. Greyish blue eyes that hid under a coquettish stare and a last personal touch, her diamond tiara.
 
“You thought I could let you go to school alone after what you’ve done to me yesterday?” said Diamond Tiara in her usual bullying tone.

“I-I d-d-didn’t” her nervousness forced her to shut herself up with her own hoof.

“I’ve still got a lot of doubts about this Silver, but I know we can figure it out,” she explained while holding her friend’s hoof “Together.”
 
Her heart melted in her chest after the words of her beloved that gave her a chance to be together, swearing to herself that she’d help clear all her doubts if that meant being together forever.
 
“W-we better get going or we’ll be late” Silver said nervously regaining her composure.
 
Both took the usual path to the school, only this time, they were head to head, symbolizing their “union”. The chirping of birds and the sunlight made it all even more special.
 
On a last note:
 

Tomorrow’s enigma, is what drives us to try it today.