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// Your Lover Will Help You Find The Way To Happiness Again 
// Story: The Sweet Sounding Belle 
// by Lewis a Cute Pegasus 
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Featherweight sat down on the chair in the waiting room, looking at the floor, Sweetie Belle next to him. Featherweight already told Sweetie Belle about his nightmare, just in case Sweetie Belle wanted to say that Bulk would survive, which made Sweetie Belle feel almost as sad as Featherweight is, but unlike what Sweetie Belle is like, Sweetie Belle stayed strong, which was very different to the way Sweetie Belle is when she's sad, most of the time she cries a waterfall. Featherweight didn't shed a tear, he stayed strong like his brother, but knew that depression was squashing him down from the depths of happiness.

Sweetie Belle just kept cuddling Featherweight, not knowing what else to do, Featherweight cuddling back, awaiting the terrible news, which felt like an eternity to him. Featherweight looked at the clock, which said 3 pm, 4 hours since Bulk's heart attack. Featherweight at least hoped his brother would be out of his coma to at least say goodbye to him...


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It truly felt like forever as it was 11 pm, 12 whole hours since the heart attack, and Featherweight was doubting Bulk would awake. Sweetie Belle was still very awake, wanting to stay by Featherweight's side for the tragic news. 

Nurse Redheart came in, with different news than they both expected, but it was still as tragic as ever...
"Featherweight-" Nurse Redheart sighed, hating to break it to a colt, "you're brother is severely declining in brain activity, we have huge doubts that he will wake to even at least say goodbye..." This news took a swing to Featherweight's already broken psyche, Featherweight just kept looking at the floor, not saying a word.

Right smack bang near 11:45 pm, Nurse Redheart came back once more, with the news both Sweetie Belle and Featherweight expected in the first place.
"I'm sorry Featherweight, but you're brother has passed, his brain activity just stopped completely..." Nurse Redheart looked down herself, most likely from having to tell a young foal his last relative passed. Featherweight felt like breaking into millions of pieces.
"Now what am I supposed to do... i doubt I can take care of myself... and there's no way I'm going to an orphanage in Baltimare..." Featherweight said coldly, he never thought he was ever gonna see this day. Featherweight oddly didn't want to see his brother get covered by a sheet. Sweetie Belle kisses Featherweight's cheek and cuddles him, whom cuddles back. Sweetie Belle's horn sparks and randomly teleports them to now Featherweight's house. 

Sweetie Belle looks around as Featherweight grabs a book on how to make tacos, which he has read a few times before, hoping to at least get the recipe down into his mind.
"W-Well look on the bright side, your bit jar is full, basically 100000 bits, that would last you definitely till your 23, where you'll most likely have a job, or if I have one." Sweetie Belle said, trying to brighten the mood. Featherweight nodded, his ears slowly rising. "Also, if we're old enough to move in together I can have Bulk's room, unless you're comfortable letting me sleep in the same bed as you..." Sweetie Belle added, blushing, "Also if we do have a foal together, he could have Bulk's room." Sweetie Belle blushed to the maximum, Featherweight stopped walking, he turned to Sweetie Belle, and looked at her. Featherweight smiled, blushing, he walked to Sweetie Belle, and kissed her snout.
"T-Thank's Sweetie Belle..." he said, blushing. They touched noses, looking deeply into the other's eyes, they kissed each other on the lips and nothing more, then they both felt like melting. 

They kissed once more and then fainted, cuddling each other for warmth.