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// Dreams and Doubts 
// Story: "I'm always here for you." 
// by Penroseamber 
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Maybe it had been how sorely she was missed. Maybe he was just clinging to every single thought of her. He couldn't stop thinking of her last moments. How had she gone? Had it hurt? How had it felt?

Sighing, the young stallion sat up in his bed. Sweetie Belle had left some hours before, leaving him behind to think. He had no tears to shed; his eyes were as dry and as farwaway as a desert. Maybe he needed a drink.

Getting up, Button Mash slowly trotted to the door, the darkness an unsettling cover over him. His neck was drenched in sweat, and his eyes rotated around fearfully.

As a young foal, he had always been scared of the dark. Yet...

His ears twitched as they detected a faint humming and piano music. The voice was melodious, yet the words were slurred by the low volume. Curiosity overwhelming his thinking, he approached the source of the music.

The brown teen colt's eyes widened.





Again, I ask the question why?
Ohhhh...
Why did you have to leave me?
You were my light, the candle in my darkness~
Oh, why did you have to leave?

Dreams and hopes gone with you~
I couldn't think, couldn't breathe.
Oh, oh, oh.
I'll never forget you, I never got to say goodbye~

I was told that stars are the souls of the departed~
And I've got two special stars looking out for me.
Mom and Dad, this is for you.
And all the love you've shown me.
I've... got... two.. stars.... for me.

Sweetie Belle smiled as the last note echoed softly through her room. This was her song, from the lyrics to the music. She didn't need paper to write it down. All she needed was her heart.

The young mare gazed out the window in front of her, letting the moonlight illuminate her face. Button Mash never thought he'd saw another lovelier sight.

The song... it had reached out to him, appealed to him nothing ever had before. And... looking at her now.... he felt...

Happy.

"What's wrong with you, Button!" he chastised himself, going into his room. For once, the darkness didn't matter. Nothing did.

"I-It's just Sweetie Belle. You've known her for eight years! What is... gah!"

He cradled his head in his hooves, turmoil rolling through him. 

"You... just can't feel... yet."

Yet, thoughts were now consumed by the mare's beauty. How could he have taken those sparkling emerald eyes for granted? 

"What's wrong with me?"





Sweetie Belle closed her eyes as she reflected on her previous music session. She'd known Button was watching.

The thought actually calmed her. She would've felt ashamed, if, say, her sister walked in on her playing the piano and singing songs about their dead parents. But not Button. In a way, she felt that he had understood.

"Button Mash..."

Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? Sure, she had always thought him cute, but...

"No, no, no! Button Mash is my friend! I'm not attracted to him.... or... anything..."

She saw herself in the mirror. Her white cheeks were flaming red, and she looked like a guilty mare.

"Am I?"