The Pink Haired Woman

by Seran

Talk with the goddess.

John sat on his couch, contemplating what to do next.

“She's only staying a month,” he continued to tell himself, “I can't keep getting too involved with her.” His heart was torn after his talk with the rookie. Something told him he was not the only one with those feelings.

He looked at Fluttershy as she watched television and took notes of various words and their English translation. He was happy to see her taking the time to learn a new language since this was something he wouldn’t do himself. As he watched, he grew tired, mostly because he spent most of the night playing games on his computer. He knew he needed rest, but didn’t want to leave her unattended. He thought, however, that if he took a quick nap he could find some peace. Perhaps for just a few minutes.

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John opened his eyes to see a garden stretching from horizon to horizon. As far as he could see, the field carried every type of plant he knew. There were no large structures in sight, only a small cabin in the distance. As he looked around he noticed there was a strange peace between the animals. Both predators and prey pranced around without hurting each other. It was like something out of some religious fantasy. John felt relaxed as he walked past the animals and listened the silence of the garden.

Off in the distance, he noticed a familiar figure stroking a horse. He drew closer to investigate. She turned to him and smiled, her shy gaze slipping to the ground. She walked around the tame horse, hiding from John as he playfully followed her. She wrapped her white arms around the horse's neck, her golden brown hair tussling down her neck.

As John slowly reached for her arm, tears ran down his cheek. Unfortunately, as he felt the softness of her hand, she began to vanish. Her beautiful face faded into the background. John cried at the top of his lungs as the woman he tried embrace vanished into the scenery.

From up top a hill, John noticed another familiar face appear. Even though half her face was covered by flowing pink hair, her shy expression was enough to recognize her by. He ran to her in hopes of embracing her, but he did not even get any closer with each step he took. He tried shouting at her but she did not react. She turned, and took slow steps away from him, disappearing over the hill. When she took the last step out of John's vision, he fell to the ground and cried to himself as the paradise crumbled around him.

In the darkness which surrounded him came a voice he heard only once before. "Break off thy sorrow human, for we are here to help."

John looked up to see a tall woman in a flowing gown and blue hair walking towards him. Her face reminded him of the angel which visited him in a previous dream.

"Your heart is filled with great loss, is it not?" She continued. "You spoke of this to Fluttershy last night, or at least some." She stopped close to him and reached her hand out to him.

"I have nothing to hide." John slapped her hand out of the way.

With a look of disapproval, the woman scolded him. "’Tis a lie." She raised her hand bringing clouds with floating images. One of them was the woman from earlier in the dream, one was of Fluttershy, and the last was of a police badge in his hand. "I can see even the most locked away memory, bringing them back to light." She brought down the image of the woman, as the image began to move with first person perspective of a trip to Santa Monica pier. "This woman is of great interest to me. She was your mate for years. However, her disappearance from your memory was a tragedy." She brought the badge to the spotlight as the image showed an office with John throwing his badge at the desk, moving his head angrily. "After her disappearance, you were no longer happy. You quit your job as a city guard and shut yourself in. It was a shame. You never saw happiness after that."

John was furious with the woman bringing up his buried past. "Why the hell are you showing me this crap?" he asked, trying to get to the point.

"You were unhappy, that is, until you met her." She enlarged the image of Fluttershy as she ate her salad at the restaurant. Her soft smile softened John's heart. "It has been five days into the month and you have made many changes in your life ever since you met her. You even put her well being before yours. Why is that?"

He began to talk about it for a bit. One thing came to mind.

"She reminds me of Lucia so much," he said to himself as he looked between the two moving pictures.

"That is a problem," the woman said with worry in her voice. John was confused. "Mr. Alvarez, we have been watching you. You have lied, fought, and sacrificed for my good friend. You have opened yourself to her and she has helped you with some problems. Truly, the magic of friendship flows between you two."

With a smile, John silently thanked her.

"However," she continued, "we fear you may be getting too close to her."

John remained silent.

"We want her to be happy, John. But she can't be happy if you are not." She brought new matters to attention. “Fluttershy is a good mare. She wants her friends to be happy. It's in her kind nature. But she is shy in unfamiliar situations. We want to be sure you are making her happy in her stay. But you have to be happy first. So what is it you want?"

John dug deep into his heart to and came to a realization. "I want her."

The woman raised an eyebrow as she tried to accept the answer. "What makes you say that?"

John thought of how to explain it. He remembered when they were at the market. Fluttershy was there to calm him down. When he felt depressed she would make him better. It all came to one thing. "She is the only one who made me feel human since Lucia died." he stated "I want to continue feeling good. Like I do when she is around. "

"That is a hard wish to accomplish," the woman replied with worry. "You are from different worlds, and you cannot follow her. We've seen your diet and ours is not compatible with yours."

John felt sorrow as he heard that he couldn't keep her in his life for too long. Tears fell from his cheeks. The woman was distraught to see the grown man cry like a child.

An idea popped into her head. "We believe we have come up with a compromise”

John tried to pay attention as he felt a rubbing on his chest. The world around him grew brighter as he felt himself waking. The woman lifted her hand. With a final word she spoke out, “be careful what you say to her, as she may not feel the same way.”

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John opened his eyes to see a frantic woman pointing at the television. “John! John, look!” she said as she rubbed his chest in.

Groggy and disoriented, he looked at the television to see a children’s cartoon playing. It was a show about pastel-colored horses in a magical land. “What about it?”

“They mentioned Equestria,” she said frantically.

“What about it?” John was even more confused than ever.

“That’s my home. That’s where I’m from.”

John looked at the television, hoping that this was a dream. However, the more he watched, the more he saw similarities. Her use of the word ‘pony’ began to scratch the back of his head as one as the characters on the show used the terms ‘everypony’ and ‘somepony’, as if it was everyday language.

“How can you be from a cartoon world?” John refused to believe it. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“B­u–” Fluttershy calmly protested, “but it’s not a cartoon, they… I recognize the way they talk. And the world is the same. Some of those unicorns looked familiar.”

“Unic…” John rubbed his brow as he became even more confused. “Unicorns are just a fairy tale. They don’t exist, just like dragons, and honorable lawyers.”

“But, I’ve tamed a dragon, and Twilight has a baby dragon with her.” She started to get irritated.

John gripped his nose in frustration. No matter what he said, it he couldn’t get her to understand that the show wasn’t real. She was so stubborn about it, more than he had seen her about anything before.

She looked at him in defeat, tears running from her eyes. “Why… Why won’t you believe me?” she sniffled.

John was struck with guilt. He knew nothing about this woman, but he was denying what she believed was true about her life. To this point he believed many things about what she was, from a hippie to an angel. He sat back down, not knowing what to believe.

He looked at her with his mind racing with evidence he went on to get an idea of who she was. He thought of what to say as the saddened face looked at him in fear. Only one question came to mind.

“What are you?”

Comments

[Jman796]

“Unicorns are just a fairy tale. They don’t exist, just like dragons, and honorable lawyers.”

Or good politicians.

[Seran]

5196205 We are working to have it uploaded by next week. with two updates per month now.