You are a pegasus. Everyday, you fly home from your cloud-busting, job and you get ready to finally get a good night’s sleep. You fly home, wondering what food you have to eat today and what you want to eat after having busted so many clouds. You fly for several minutes before seeing a large group of pegasi busting clouds near your home. You’ve already punched your time card and checked out, but what does it matter if you work an extra few minutes for free. Besides, these ponies look like they could use an extra hoof.
You fly at a cloud near them and get ready to kick it. You look around, just to make sure that everypony knows that you’re a weather pony. None of them look at you, which you guess is a good sign. You proceed to buck the cloud, sending its particles flying every which direction. You look around for another cloud to buck, finding many others about 6 yards above you. You check to make sure that nopony else is busy with those clouds and you yourself go and kick each of them. When this long process is over, you look around and see everypony flying off. All of the clouds have been removed. Your job is done. Everypony congratulates each other on a good job, and you’re just about ready to pat yourself on the back too for having helped them for free. You start towards your house. Today was a good day.
As you grow nearer to the entrance to your home, just about ready to smell the sweet aroma of cloud, mattress, and dinnertime, you hear struggling noises and stop in your tracks. Off to your left you can hear and see a grey mare pushing and bumping a cloud. She was struggling in vain with the last cloud, trying to buck it, trying to get it away.
You shrug and fly off and a bit downwards to help her, each growl sounding louder as you descend. You finally land on the cloud, finding it is rather big for one mare her size to be busting all alone.
“Need some help?” you ask, as if to be bit excited.
The mare raised her head, revealing crooked eyes. One of which was bruised, but each of them was shedding a tear.
Your gleeful smile started turning into a short frown and the mare looked up at you, ashamed.
She nods slowly, giving you the cue to tear the cloud down. She started flying the other way of Cloudsdale as if to shun being seen.
“Is there something wrong?” the obvious question question escaped your mouth.
The mare hesitated, before producing a hiccup and turning to acknowledge your question.
“Are you [hiccup] talking about my eye?” she answers, each hiccup being the one that happens when a person has been crying for a long time.
“N-No..” you say, staring blankly, “I mean that you’re crying. Are you okay? What your name?” you ask.
“I’m... I’m okay,” replied the mare, “My name’s Derpy.”
If you weren’t a pony, and weren’t completely distracted by your own emotions, you would have laughed due to how unfortunate her name was.
“Well, is there something I can help you with?” you ask, desperate to help her out, but easily determined, you do already think that she’s beautiful.
“Can you transfer usefulness?” She asked, rather demanding.
You think for about a split second before responding, “No,” again, you think about what she said and understood she meant that she was useless.
“What? No you’re not useless,” you insist, “I’m sure you’ll do great things. Who said you were useless?” you ask, suddenly realising that you’re being awfully interrogating for a stranger.
“I... No one,” she lied, completely ignoring you attempts at trying to keep her from thinking she’s better than she thinks she is.
"It's just... Why did he hit me?" She begged herself, very whispered, "I was just brining him muffins."
You couldn't help but overhear her sad remarks and exclaim in response: "I'd love to try your muffins. I'm sure they taste great!"
Derpy, startled by your remark, turned with a shy smile on the still depressed face.
She sighed before telling you what she felt. "I guess I could in it you over for one... I have too much anyway.'
You look into her eyes again, and nitric the crookedness. The adorable crookedness.
Immediately upon seeing your stare, Derpy turned her head away to prevent your stare, while in the same time giving the ground a stare that gave the impression that she knew her eyes were strange, but hated it.
You kick the cloud behind you and fly with her as she guides you to her house.
"Aren't you going to time yourself out?" You ask her, politely.
Her face cringed, "I forgot to time in," she said. Another expression wiped over her face. This time, it was a far worse hatred. “Useless,” she said, as if mocking herself.
The words she uses to describe herself startle you.
“Don’t say that. You’re great. You’re beautiful.” Your words to describe her now startle you. You’re still a stranger, and you’re telling her things that you’d only say on a friendly level or higher. However, the reaction she gives is much different than what you would have thought.
Derpy blushed strongly. Her cheeks filled with crimson and her eyes gave in to a form of compliments.
“No flattery,” she teased, starting to smile a bit more.
“Actually, flattery is told as lie,” You say, “It is used with either sarcasm or used in an insincere way. I promise, I meant only the truth.” you say, to her.
Derpy blushed again. She looked far away from you in doing so, still making sure you saw no details of her misplace eyes.
The mare dropped a plate in front of you, simply offering you a muffin out of her own sweet kindness. You take it and start into it. The first bite was just about in the same minute as the last bite. The muffin was delicious. It was almost as if she had made the whole thing with combined memories of being a filly and eating these sweets made especially for you. Just smelling it reminded you of being home as a colt. It gave you warm memories.
Derpy stared up from behind the counter, barely giving you a glance of her face. Her eyes seemed to be perfectly made just the way they were right now when they stared into yours. Her eyes seemed to melt their way into your heart, before giving it an awful chill when she pulled them away.
“Why do you keep looking away?” you ask curiously?”
“What, you haven’t noticed?” she asked, again ashamed of herself.
“Well… I did, but I.. It’s not…”
“I understand.” Derpy interrupted, “You didn’t want to say anything about them?”
“Well…”
“Just say it, then,” she said, “Tell me about my ugly eyes,” Derpy put both her head and her hooves on the counter and drooped each of them unconfidently. Her cheek pressed against the countertop and her hooves clacked slightly as they shook, “As if I haven’t heard them say it before.” Her eyes filled with tears, but didn’t release any.
Silence came rolling in after Derpy’s small fit before you pitched in your opinion.
“I think your eyes are great. They’re beautiful, actually.”
Derpy’s head remained in its downward position.
“Really, I think you have beautiful eyes, Derpy.
“Even with my bruise?” she finally managed.
You hesitate for a moment, making the connection that the person she mentioned to herself before had hit her there. It stings you to think that that had happened to such an innocent mare.
“Y-yes, I do.”
She momentarily took her head off of the counter and shook it at you, refuting your compliment.
“No, really, I do, and-and your mane, and your mark… You’re beautiful, Derpy.”
“Why are you making fun of me?” she asked, now a lot closer to tears.
“I’m not,” you say back, “I’m not, you’re amazing… you look down at what you were just recently eating and then look back up at her, “ and you make really good muffins. You’re… You’re… perfect.”
Her face froze and she stared blankly at the ground. You decide you’ve announced your part and prepare to leave.
“I’ll just go…” you say, avoiding eye contact. You take the muffin wrapper and throw it away in the garbage can and put the plate in her sink. As you open the door, Derpy calls to you.
“Wait!” she yells, “Is this true? Do you really think I’m pretty?”
you nod your head.
“I’m…” She marveled.
“You’re loved,” you respond.
The tears building up in the grey mare’s eyes finally found release as they streamed down her coat. You trot over to her and hug her as her arm flails for you to join her embrace. Derpy was loved, Derpy had a friend, and that’s the only voice that matters.
Everyone deserves to be loved
Everyone deserves to be told he/she is beautiful.
Everyone is special to me.