The True Power of Friendship and Love

by LittleSister

How will he react?

How will he react?

She woke up in a complete haze. Not realizing where she was until she put two and two together about yesterday. She remembered the fight with her brother. Which she should apologize for. Also how Caramel had followed her until she managed to fake him out. Thankfully he had no idea about this place. She looked up to the sky, realizing she had passed out for at least 2 hours.

‘Alright not so bad. I have maybe until a little past dark until Big Mac gets pissed off at me. Might as well use that to my advantage.’

She headed off towards the western part of the area she was in. She went maybe 30 hooves and got to her spot. Right atop the waterfall. A waterfall that no one but her knew about. She found it a few years back before she had even gotten her cutie mark. She was running through the woods when she was little, hoping to get her cutie mark, hoping it would involve nature and exploring. Yet she got a stupid apple mark. Like every other nobody in her “family”. Anyways, she found the water fall and marked the trail there. Now whenever she needed a place to be alone and keep to herself or just to let it all out she would go there. It was the only place she could be alone. Sadly enough. Although she didn’t want it to be only her place. There was one other pony (or should she say stallion) she wouldn’t mind sharing it with.

Yet she knew she could never. That would be having him to close to the inners of her mind for her own comfort. For even she was afraid of her own thoughts. She didn’t want to ruin him with hers. He was pure. She was not. He had never had a somepony, while she almost always did. She was always off doing something stupid, weather it was drinking some apple cider mixed with alcohol, or smoking something that was a little greener than grass. She wasn’t the kind of person he needed.

‘Or would ever want’ she reminded herself.

‘How could he ever like a pony like me? How could he? I’m so messed up. So not his kind. I’m one of the ugliest ponies in this town, not to mention I'm one of the worst characters around. I would only mess him up, and I know he would try to save me. And I could never subject some stallion who is so pure to the messed up life styles of some pony like me. Besides anyone at all trying to rescue me is nothing but a suicide mission’

All of a sudden she heard a rustle in the background. She turned quickly. Just in time to see a brown mane.

“Who’s there?” She called out. Hoping it had been nothing, yet knowing the fact that it was oviously some other pony there.

“It’s me Apple….”

As soon as he spoke she knew who it was.

“What the flying earth pony are you doing here? How the hell did you find me? Or even find this place?” She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She wanted to get him the hell out of here. Yet even as he was standing there, in her most personal of places she couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort drop over her. She couldn’t help but feel calmer, almost….. Happier, if she dared say so. But still she couldn’t let him see that, so she put her front back up before he could realize she
even dropped it at all.

“Well, I saw that you were upset. I followed your hoof prints, and it ended up leading here. It took me a little while to find you. And I didn’t want you realizing I was here.”

“Well leave!” she screamed at him, and turned her back. She didn’t want to face him. Not right now. There was no way she wouldn’t break down in front of him. And she didn’t want that. She knew if she told him why she was hurting he would judge her. She knew if she told him he would just leave her all alone in the dust yet again just like all the others.

“No.” He took a few trots forward, “I won’t leave until you explain to me what’s going on. I want to know Apple. I want to help. Why won’t you let me?”

“Because you’ll turn into all the rest! You’ll walk away just like every other pony I’ve let in. I know you will. And I don’t care what you say; every other stallion I’ve ever let in has walked away. Every other one has promised to never leave yet they all have…. And now… Now, I'm all alone….”

And as those last words came out she fell to the ground, and broke down. Tears fell faster than the waterfall right next to her, and she didn’t care. She didn’t care anymore that he was there. That he saw the mess she was. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. As soon as she fell to the floor, Caramel was right next to her. Embracing her. Like she was a fragile doll, like if he held her to tight she might break. And he was right, although, is it possible to break even more what was already completely broken? She couldn’t fight back tears anymore, and as soon as she thought she was done, even more came. Yet threw every single tear that fell, ever sob she made, Caramel stayed right next to her. Proving himself, any other stallion would have left her as soon as she started crying. He stayed. Longer than anyone else ever has or even would.

She thought to herself ‘Could I possible manage to let him in? Could I maybe even manage to tell him what I feel for him?’

She decided she had no choice but to try, she let the last of her tears out and decided to muster up the courage. Although it might take a lot more than she truthfully had. She finally stopped crying, wiped her eyes and looked up to him, and saw his eyes. Staring intently down at her, filled with compassion, with caring. With emotions she couldn’t express herself. She felt her courage level go up, and straightened up a little.

‘Now or never ‘she thought to herself.

“I have something to tell you.” She turned and looked right into his eyes as she spoke. He looked back. Seeing more to her than any other pony had. Other ponies had seen just her eyes. She felt as though he could see her soul.

“What is it Apple? I’ll listen.” He looked at her with wonder in his eyes now, maybe even hope.

Hope for what she wondered? But that didn’t matter right now.

“I……. I want to tell you, I…. I…. happen, to………. Like you” The last part of her sentence came running out. For she knew if she didn’t say it fast she would have never said it at all. When she said it she wasn’t looking at him, now though after it was said, she turned up into his eyes. Trying to read what they were saying. It seemed as though, as though, she didn’t know. She couldn’t tell what the look in his eyes was, no one had ever looked at her like that. And yet deep inside her she knew it wasn’t bad. The way he was looking at her was a good thing. And yet he still didn’t speak. Just looked at her. Not speaking, not moving. And with each passing second her chest tightened up, and she felt as though she would throw up.

‘Even a no would be welcomed right now; even him running away would be more welcomed than this silence.’

The silence was killing her.