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// The Hard Part [Romance][Sad][Twilight x Pinkie] 
// Story: Short Stories Collection, vol. I 
// by fallen starr 
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I sigh as I stand, placing my book on the table and moving toward the door. I know who it is. I know it is her. The quiet, hesitant knocks, nearly like Fluttershy’s but not quite. That is how she knocks. Now, anyway. I remember when she would knock enthusiastically until I opened the door. I remember when she didn’t knock; when she would simply walk in without a care in the world.

Maybe she cared more than I noticed at the time. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before opening the door. Her blue eyes find mine immediately, still rimmed red from crying. I open my mouth to speak but I can’t get any words past the lump in my throat.

Instead, I wait. I look at her expectantly. Barely stopping myself from tapping my hoof, I raise my eyebrows. She opens her mouth a few times, as if to say something, before shaking her head. She turns pulled something out of her saddlebags.

A book. Narrowing my eyes on the object, I glance up at her. The silent questions pass between us. She sits the book down and scoots it across the threshold of the library with a hoof, making sure she never actually crosses the line into the building.

Pinkie’s Diary: Do NOT Read


I look back up, my questions written across my face. She licks her lips and shakes her head. Her eyes fill with tears again as she looks down. Slowly, I levitate the diary and open the cover. A sheet of paper that obviously doesn’t belong in the diary falls out. READ FIRST is written in large letters.

I look at the letter and the diary before glancing at Pinkie. Her brow is crinkled in worry, but she nods, urging me to go on. I look back at the letter before looking at her again. I know what this is about. I know she regrets what she did. I know everything. We had talked about it until I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. She thought giving me these things, leaving small surprises on my doorstep each day would make me forgive her.

I had thought she would get the hint the first time I teleported the muffin back. The next day I had found an entire batch of cookies. This was the first time I had ever had her on my doorstep when I opened the door.

I just didn’t think I could forgive her. I close my eyes as I feel the burning tears threaten. I had cried enough over this. A total breach of trust couldn’t be covered with a simple apology. She had to know that. I start to shake my head and give her the book and letter back, but then I meet her eyes.

The tear tracks are the first thing I notice, fresh from the last time I had looked. She is standing perfectly still, her straight mane and tail slightly moving in the wind. I see the small rise and fall of her chest, uneven breaths from trying not to openly cry in front of me.

Her mouth is pressed together, as if she doesn’t trust herself to speak. Her ears are pressed flat from worry. Her eyes, though. I can tell this is killing her, like it’s killed me. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t blink. She just looks as me, as if my decision is the final bit to tip the scales.

Placing the diary and letter beside me, I step forward. Just one hoof. And then another. I never take my eyes off her. I want to scream, I want to fight, but we’ve done enough of that. Stopping just short of the line that separates the inside from the outside, I look straight into her eyes

Then reaching over the line, I pull her into a hug. I feel her tense at first, but then her hooves wrap around me. Pressing her face into my neck, she releases the river of emotion. I find myself crying too, as I hold her close. I feel her frantically beating heart, I hear her sobbing laughter, I smell the sweet scent that is always around her.

Slowly, I pull from the embrace. She gives me a small smile. There is more for us to talk about. But for now, the hard part is over.

For now, all is well.