- "Today was filled with radiance and beauty. Her"
- >A hand wraps around the back cover of a book.
- >It flips over, closing the book with a 'thump'.
- >The hand lays to rest over the book, and the owner speaks up.
- "S-so, what are your thoughts?"
- >There is no response from the pegasus sitting opposite you.
- >She was looking down at her hooves awkwardly in the last few minutes of your reading.
- >The beautiful pony hides her head behind her hair, not having the courage to speak.
- >She was clearly stunned; amazed, perhaps.
- >"A-anon..."
- >Even your heart stops to listen to her words.
- >Staring into her eyes, you realise she's...
- >Crying?
- >Your heart sinks at her reaction.
- >Stupid, stupid Anon!
- >You were clearly out of her league, there was no way in hell a fit, beautiful, athletic angel like her would even dare consider you as a boyfriend.
- >Hanging your head in shame and embarrassment, you stand up to walk away.
- >Maybe you'll move to god knows where.
- >You've heard of a 'Ponyville' before.
- >Maybe they'll take a creature like you in.
- >Suddenly, you stop moving.
- >Legs are still responding, but you feel pressure on your stomach.
- >You realise what your looking down at;
- >A Spitfire, eyes wet, looks up at you.
- >She's putting her hoof on your stomach.
- >Breaking eye contact, she moves to wrap her hooves around your waist.
- >Her head rests at your hips, and you stand there shocked.
- "Spitfire?"
- >"A-Anon, I- I never realised you felt that way about- about me"
- >She says this while chocking back her tears
- >Kneeling to be closer to her, you wrap you hands around her head and place it over you shoulder
- "Spitfire, I..."
- >You couldn't finish that sentence.
- >There was no excuse to why you couldn't man up and tell her straight out.
- >A simple 'I love you' would've sufficed.
- >Now look what happens when 3 words aren't said.
- >"I'm sorry"
- >What?
- "Spitfire? W-What are you apologising for?"
- >"I never told you, huh?"
- "Told me what?"
- >"That... that I love you too"
- >Tears fill your eyes.
- >They aren't tears of sadness, however;
- >But neither are they of joy.
- >They were tears of relief.
- >Relief that she isn't hurt, or upset.
- >Relief that she didn't have to hide her feelings anymore.
- >Relief that she actually loves
- >You.
- >Your grip on Spitfire tightens, as does her hooves.
- >The tears do not stop as they stain and drip down your faces.
- >All the pent up feelings your bodies had no more place to stay.
- >Release them all, for you and she have no more need for anguish.
- >Both you and Spitfire are now laughing, still letting the tears flow.
- >It wasn't a hearty laughter, or one of mocking.
- >It was a laughter that signified,
- >'Everything is going to be alright'
- End of part 3