Years Gone Bye
The weather was a perfect setting for the conversation that was about to happen, the dreary grey smog of a sky chocked the town out, and seemed to trap everypony in their houses. The cobblestone paths were cold and the grass was wet and icy.
A rather tall and thin unicorn stallion stood at the entrance of a simple looking bakery. His eyes were a vibrant green, and his coat was a dark grey with slightly lighter splotches covering his body. His cutie mark was an odd one, of a teddy bear covered in bandage wrap with hearts around it. A semi abstract meaning held unto it.
But it didn`t matter right now, what mattered right now was getting into that bakery. The few small, insignificant yet world changing steps it would take seemed to disappear from existence from the stallion`s mind and body. Yet, yet he would not allow this to overtake him. With the lurch of a drunken man fresh spat with insult in mind, he entered the store.
The outside paled in comparison to the gloomy nostalgia of the interior. The click clack of hooves alerted another pony, one who shared the stallion’s likeness to a scary extent.
He was shorted and pudgier, his black and white splotch hair was longer and more wild, he who had scars on his face, his eyes were blue, his splotches were in different places, he wore a yellow scarf and one green leg warmer on his right front leg, his cutie mark was a pink cupcake with frosting and a strawberry on it, his horn had cracked and split at the tip, and his ear was marred.
“Applbe-”
“My name`s Cradle Cop.” The taller stallion said in a shakily dismissive tone, he sat on a stool in front of the yellow scarfed unicorn`s counter. Silence filled the room, only the gloomy sound of pathetic rain filled the air.
“I got my cutie mark.” Cradle said, there was only the smallest hint of pride in his voice, and it drained at the end. “I work as a social worker now, for foals, my superiors say I`m the best they`ve ever had.”
A shiver came down the scarfed stallions back, he fiddled with his hooves, looking at the other with darkened eyes.
“Well, I guess it`s true what they say…” he growled, his face inching closer to the social worker.
The taller stallion refused the recoil, he simply scrunched his face up, he would finish this conversation. The blue eyed stallion simply smiled and tapped the younger unicorn`s hove.
“I see you`re engaged.” He said, staring the other straight in the eye, watching as he tried to smoothly panic and push himself away. His eyes dilated for a few short, nostalgic seconds, before his hard set glare returned.
“Y-yes, yes I am. She`s a lovely mare.” Now, his pride and love could be heard over the cracked shield of formality and maturity, but only a bit.
“Oh?” the baker smiled wider, his eyes wide. “What`s her name, I want to know my future-sister-in-laws name.” he said, putting his front hooves on the counter, lifting himself up to really get into the younger unicorn`s face.
“That. Is none of your business.” Cradle growled. Before the other stallion could speak he continued. “I`ll file a restraining order if you try to see her, or me.” He said in a panic, stumbling off the chair and backing up, he was sweating like Hell.
“C`mon, it`s me, your big brother, Chocolate Truffle.” The blue eye stallion said darkly. “I`m not gonna hurt no pony! Don’t tell me you came here just to make me feel bad.” He tsked, jumping over the counter.
Memories flashed, and those memories brought on more memories, it was a seemingly endless cycle. The young stallion`s mind filled with words he wished to unleash, possibilities he went through.
I trusted you…
Should he try to make amends?
Should he apologize and hug his brother, tell him what had happened?
Tell him his lover`s name, invite him to the wedding?
Buck him until his face caves in and he`s nothing more than a useless corpse?
Yell and scream?
Stay with him?
Talk it out?
Run?
Call the guards?
But, in the end, he was still a coward.
He ran, he ran and ran and ran and ran and ran until he couldn`t run no more, and when he couldn`t run, he broke, right there on the grassy fields he sobbed and sniffled and panicked and freaked. He did so until he could pick himself up and drop himself onto a train.
He was barley coherent, his hair a mess, his eyes clouded, tear streaks on his face, a pathetic looking colt, but the last efforts of care had been sucked right out of him.
When he made his way back into his apartment, she was there, waiting next to two plates of cold food. She didn`t even get angry, god bless her, she simply took his face with her wings and said;
“What`s wrong? Did something` happen?” she asked, and god, god bless his life, he was thankful for her, and thankful such an angel was by his side.
Her, with her bright red eyes, and her muted purple mane and his ponytail muted pink hair, and her wings, and her voice. Her name fit her to a T, she was Shining, and she had enough Love that she could overfeed a changeling army.
It was now or never he decided, he told her, he let it all out.
Every moment, every sound, every thought, it all came out, right there near the front door. Every bit of abuse, every regret, he said it all. And she listened, she cried with him, she comforted him, and she never got angry about him being late for dinner.
She stayed over for the night, or day, he didn`t remember which, all he remembered was lying on his bed, feeling refreshed from all the crying, feeling a good kind of empty. And he remembered falling asleep to her telling him how everything would be alright and how they`d be living in a nice farm in the countryside soon someday, and waking up with her to chase away the night terrors away.