TRIGGERS: NOT CLOP, Mild depression, OCs, Twilight, Friendship, other stuff

If you are expecting to find clop here, you are sadly mistaken. Go read one of my other fics instead.

Spike is sick, Twilight needs to take care of everything at the library herself, but when she encounters a distraught mare, visions of past emotions rematerialize in her psyche. How do you reach out to a stranger in need? Twilight hopes that she can acquaint Color Spark with the fruits of friendship. Will she succeed?

Written as an extremely belated birthday gift to Color Spark, who originally requested this to be a sfw fic, then changed it halfway through. As such, have a teen rated fic.