Title: Waiting For Anon. Author: Covight Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/9VnDgXQQ First Edit: Monday 3rd of February 2014 06:00:11 PM CDT Last Edit: Monday 3rd of February 2014 06:00:11 PM CDT >Rainbow Dash sits patiently in her kitchen, a pair of candlesticks standing tall in the center of her table. >She isn't the best cook, but Dash prepared a meal that she thought Anon might enjoy. >A fine salad with all the fixings that she always imagined he would like. >Rainbow hopes that he'll be okay with that. >Meat is just too hard to find, even if he'd like it. >She waits with an expectant smile on her face. >Hoping that tonight, the night of her birth-iversary might be the night he finally shows up.   >The candles burn with an evergreen scent, and crackle quietly. >Still she sits, hooves resting atop her table. >Maybe a slice of cake would have been better? >Rainbow chides herself for not saving a slice especially for him. >Of course he would prefer cake! >Stupid, stupid. >Hopefully he still comes.   >The candles are close to their stumps. >And Anon still hasn't shown up. >Her house is silent, not a sound to be heard apart from her longing sighs. >There's always next year.   >Dash looks at the empty seat in front out her and imagines him there, smiling at her like she's the only pony in the world. >But no matter how much she wishes for it... >She sniffs, brushing her muzzle with a hoof. >...He's still just an empty seat.   >The small pegasus slowly blows out the candles in front of her, delaying slightly as she does so in the vain hope that maybe he'll materialize in front of her. >But it's clear that he won't.   >There's always next year... >The last candle fades on it's own, bathing Rainbow Dash in the darkness of her home. >...There's always next year...   -   >Applejack rests on a hill, laying peacefully with her legs folded in and basking in the starry night sky. >She gazes upward, her green eyes watching the stars intently while a cool breeze runs through her mane. >Then she finally sees it; a shooting star soaring across the sky. >And she wishes. >The same wish she's had for a long time now.   "Ah wish Anon were here." >She says plainly, eyes closed. >Applejack pauses, not wanting to open her eyes and see nothing. >But he's never going to be there. >He never is.   >She opens them at last, her pupils wandering along the scenery, scanning for any signs of life. >The farm pony looks to her side. >And she could swear that he's there with a warm arm draped over her, comforting her during the cold night.   >AJ smiles to herself as the illusion fades and she's once again left alone. >If she only keeps wishing... >...Maybe someday he'll be there.   >Someday.   -   >Rarity flicks off the lights in Carousel Boutique, ready to fetch a little beauty sleep. >She lingers a moment in the darkness, thinking. >If only she wasn't alone tonight. >If only Anonymous was standing beside her. >He'd carry her off to bed, cradling her small form like the gooey romantic he is. >Rarity swings her tail from side to side as she wonders about what could be. >All she can find is the present: >Empty, lonely.   >Rarity finds her bed. >Well made and cozy. >Not to mention just big enough for a certain someone. >She climbs in and hugs her pillow, quietly whimpering at the truth that constantly confronts her. >He'll never lay with her on a stormy night, providing warm shelter from the booming thunder. >He'll never be the big spoon, cuddling her and lovingly running a hand through her frazzled mane.   >If only he wasn't a world away. >If only he wasn't the last person on her mind everyday. >If only he was here.   >She clings tightly to the pillow, reminding herself to believe. >He'll turn up eventually. >And they'll be happy. >...If only.   -   >Celestia stands before a crowd of ponies, all of them eager to see her raise the sun, as is tradition. >The crowd whoops and hollers, bursting with excitement. >Celestia smiles at her subjects while she looks through them, searching. >Searching for Anonymous. >She even reserved a seat for him up front like she does every Summer Sun Celebration. >He never shows, but maybe this time he will.   >Luna flies in and lands beside her, ready to assume her role. >The seat remains vacant. >But maybe he's late.   "It honors me to see you all gathered here today..." >She begins, eyes darting back to the empty space in front of her.   "...For the Summer Sun celebration." >Celestia struggles to maintain a peaceful grin. >Hopefully he'll show.   >Luna jumps into the air, hovering with hooves raised above her head as she begins to lower the moon. >Reluctantly, Celestia joins her sister in the sky and closes her eyes while she pulls the sun up. >The seat is empty, but she imagines him there with the others. >Cheering for her, standing tall and chanting her name. >Giving her confidence and filling her with the same glee one would expect from a young filly.   >But a quick peek reminds her that he's not there. >He never is.   >The Sun rises behind her head at last, and the moon drops out of sight. >The Princess opens her eyes and descends back to Earth, eyes focused on the one person in Equestria that isn't there while the crowd sits stunned. >She sighs, and her gaze falls to the floor.   >Next time he'll show. >It's only a year from now. >Anon will be there. >She knows it. >Just one more year.