The Diamond Cutter Anthology

by DiamondPrime

Prompt 7: DT Cry - MichelleTwistaloo

Though her eyes were fixated in the distance, some point somewhere far, in the horizon, she didn’t stare. Her gaze was adrift, and her eyes. - The eyes that every single pony told her were precious and were worth complimenting, especially her mother. Which only made her sob harder - They weren’t alight with the light of a foalish smile, or the scorn and contempt that she had had previously.

Diamond Tiara had been many things over the years. From a bully, despicable and hated by every single foal she had meet. - Except Silver Spoon, her best friend, and companion in friendship. - to loved daughter. And while some things were bound to change. - She couldn’t keep bullying her classmates forever and had eventually seen the error of her ways, the childish love for the super heroine “Silver Spooner” had given room to another kind of drawn novel...one more adult, that made her muzzle turn into an even brighter shade of pink, and speaking of that particular color, the pink tones of her room had been painted in more pastel tones as she grew...

Some things however, were to remain, or so she had thought. A mother’s love...well, a mother’s love was unconditional, not like her crush on Snails, the one she had never revealed, but that it would have been so easy to...no a mother’s love for her foal comes from within and it comes automatically. Her mother might have been, - And she let out a single bitter, solitary gurgle from the back of her throat. - She wanted to tell the truth, that she had been kind of cruel pony, but she couldn’t come and make herself do it. - Not under the circumstances, at least.

But if a mother’s love was unconditional, and it was forever, then why was...why was she feeling this way? She knew it to be irrational, of course. That blaming the deceased for their untimely death was a dumb thing to do...but Diamond couldn’t help but do that. She felt....she didn't know how to feel.

She just stared ahead, at the horizon, her gaze adrift, almost as if the horizon would give her the answer to the question that was in her mind. But the answer wouldn’t come, at least not easily. Though her voice had matured, and her voice had become even prettier, perfect at singing, the one word she had uttered since she had found out about what had happened, back a few days ago, “WHY, was muttered on a hoarse whine. Nopony would guess who the voice would belong to

She guessed everypony sounded alike in their wanderess drifting and swaying through their grief, colt or filly, mare or stallion it didn’t matter, what did matter was that she didn’t feel very much like doing anything. Very much like her mother in her final days.

She had known it was coming, of course, a part of her had to have known, Spoiled Rich, her mother, was sick. But a bigger part of Diamond Tiara tried to push that to the back of her mind...whether though some of the Apple family Cider, whether through engaging in socialite events...as her mother had taught her. Image was everything. It was…

And she knew that her mother would scowl, that typical scowl of hers if she saw her like that, her make up all fussed up, and crying over her dead body...well not literally, they had buried her already...but over her grave. Her mother, ever the opportunistic one, would turn up her muzzle at her and tell her that this was a chance, to act the grieved one and use ponies’ pity to get business’ opportunities, or something of the like.

Yes Diamond had been taught well...but, when her mentor had fallen, not in battle, but to sickness, she hadn’t been able to do any of that. Oh she had shown up, indeed, but she had receded inside of herself. She had only stood there, faintly acknowledging the “So sorry for your loss” and the “If you need anything” feelings ponies gave her. Not even the cider and hug Apple Bloom had brought her, or the cheery talk Silver Spoon had tried to bring, to try and get her mind of it, had gotten any effect.

Long, winded whimpers let out through her body, and she couldn’t help but feel depressed, her eyes, the one feature her mother had always complimented, with the line, “You have beautiful eyes Diamond Tiara, don’t ever forget that”, those were glossy with tears. And she didn’t even care enough to clean them. What for?

She knew that when a loved one died, usually ponies either drowned their sorrows or went for therapy, and she could afford either option...his father, well, he had left her in charge of the family’s fortune and retired, not too long ago. To greener pastures, as they said, warmer climates. They had talked briefly on the funeral. But it was clear he didn’t wish to be there. - She didn’t blame him, she didn’t as well. - but Diamond Tiara... Diamond Tiara really didn’t feel like doing much.

If there was one thing other ponies admired in her.,..it was her determination. And sure, eventually she’d step back from this and be stronger from it, she knew it. What didn’t kill her,. made her stronger, or fatter, but she had a personal pony trainer, and she was prepared to deal. She had a business to run! She just wanted to wallow in self pity and feelings of depression for a few days to some weeks.

The truth was, after so many years Barnyard Bargains ran itself this years,. and her presence there was mostly a formality, a presence to inspire the workers, a face to put there. She could step down and let those she paid do all the work...she could take that week or two off. But she’d be back after a while. Because she liked the menial work.

Not now, however, because right now, Diamond “Dazzling” Tiara, and she held back a sob after realising the “Dazzling” had been her mother’s idea, felt about ready to explode into tears again.