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// Sweetie Belle [Slice of Life] 
// Story: Short Stories Collection, vol. I 
// by fallen starr 
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Precious.

It was easy to see what Rarity valued. Gems. Fashion. High Society. Grandeur beyond belief. That was what she lived for—what she thrived for. It was apparent in the way she carried herself, in the meticulous way she cared for her coat, mane, and hooves. Everypony knew Rarity was going to be a very important somepony one day.

If she could ever find the will to break free of what kept her where she was. Many ponies thought that maybe her friends kept her in Ponyville when she could have galloped off to Canterlot. It was partially true. She didn't want to leave her friends. Not when they meant so much to her. Not when the believed in her as they did.

Some ponies thought it was the young dragon whose heart she had captured. Indeed, it would hurt her to leave her little 'Spikey-Wikey'. He was beginning to outgrow his crush now, and they were becoming close friends. But were it just these reasons, she would have left.

No, she thought to herself as she watched a motor-powered scooter whip out of sight, I could leave all that in time. Not this instant, but in time.

Though the one true reason Rarity couldn't leave Ponyville didn't know it, she was the reason. Her antics annoyed Rarity to no end. She was constantly causing trouble and bursting in unannounced. And though she complained, Rarity wouldn't have it any other way. No, she was too fond of all of those things. Or perhaps, just the pony providing them. After all, this was the most important somepony in Rarity's life.

Sweetie Belle.