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// Confession [Romance][Sad][Twilight x Pinkie] 
// Story: Short Stories Collection, vol. I 
// by fallen starr 
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I feel their eyes on me as I clink my hooves together. I know they’re growing worried each second we sit here and I don’t say anything, but I don’t know where to start. I’ve kept this secret from them, from everypony, really, for so long and I don’t know what to tell them or how they will react. My hoof holds my knotting stomach.

“Pinkie,” mom says carefully, “are you pregnant?”

Shocked, I gape at her. “I…what…no, of course not. I…” I shake my head. “It isn’t that. I just need…give me a minute.”

“It’s okay, honey. You don’t have to be so nervous. We’re your parents.”

I blink and nod. It doesn’t matter, not right now. All I can think of are the things they will say; what they will do when I finally tell them. How can I explain this to them? It’s hard, but I finally bring my eyes to meet theirs.

They are both looking at me, giving me their undivided attention. Fighting the urge to lose my lunch, I close my eyes. “Okay, mom, dad.” Opening my eyes, I see worry and uncertainty in their eyes. “I’m gay.”

Dad doesn’t do anything. He just sits there, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Ah.”

“What do you mean, Pinkie?” Mom’s voice is a forced calm.

I clear my throat and look at the ground. “I-I mean I like mares. Not stallions.” I look between them both, fearing what may happen next.

“Don’t be silly. You’re straight.”

Any hopes I had of acceptance dies there. Mom is still saying something with dad sitting passively by her side, like always. I had known this was a mistake. I should have never told them. I force the tears back and my voice to be steady as I stand. “I’m going to go now. I’ll see you…” I trail off as I walk to the door.

Neither of them follow me.

~

A pair of purple hooves wrap around me once I get back to the hotel room. “It didn’t go well?” Twilight wipes tears from my eyes. I simply let my head drop against her chest.

“It was…I don’t even know. Mom tried to tell me I wasn't…and she kept talking. I don’t even know what she said. I just left. I…” Another sob escapes me.

“Hey,” her gentle voice says, and I raise my head to look at her. “We knew your parents would have a hard time, didn’t we? I knew I should have gone. I could have helped.” She kissed my cheek and nuzzled my neck. “I bet I know how to make you feel better, though.”

She levitates over a cupcake, holding it slightly above my head. “And there are more where that came from.”

I giggle. Maybe my parents wouldn’t accept it. Not yet. But I still had her. And that was what really mattered.