Title:           The Soul-Crushingly Sad Adven... Wait, Happy Closure? Ok.
Author:          WhoKnowsPone
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First Edit:      Saturday 14th of April 2012 08:29:18 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 14th of April 2012 08:29:18 PM CDT

>It's Hearth's Warming Eve and you've spent the day having a lovely time with your friends at you house.
>You barely even remember that Christymaths thing that this holiday reminds you of.
>It's getting late and the others make their exits, happy but tired.
>It's just you and Dash, now, both sat staring into the fire.
>"I had a really nice time today, Dashie." You say, not moving your gaze from the fireplace.
>For a long time she says nothing. She opens her mouth a few times, but evidently decides against whatever she was going to say.
>"I can't do it anymore." She eventually whispers.
>You glance sidelong at her, "Can't do what, Dashie?"
>"This." A little louder now. "I can't just sit here pretending any more."
>She turns to you, her blush evident.
>"I can't just be your friend anymore, Anon."
>You falter on your words and blurt out nonsense, then;
>"You don't want to be my friend anymore?" Dumbfounded.
>"No, I..." She begins.
>"But I thought, but we're... But we're best friends, Anon and Rainbro, right?" You turn to face her, too.
>"That's just it. 'Rainbro', one of the guys, your best pal. It's not enough, Anon."
>"How can that not be..."
>"Because I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT!" She cries.
>You stare.
>That's all you can do. You just stare.
>"I love you and I can't keep it to myself any more." Her blush is radiating, you can almost feel it over the now extremely loud fire next to you.
>Or is that the blood in your ears you can hear?
>"All this time." She continues. "All those times when I wanted to say something, and you called me a 'great friend'. It hurt, Anon. Friendship is a wonderful thing, but the word hurts when you say it."
>You still stare.
>"So I can't do it any more. It's too much to ask of me. I know I probably can't have what I want, but I can't go on hurting like this. So..."
>"So we're not friends any more." You finally break your silence, but it's not a question.
>"I'm going now, Anon. This might be the last time we ever talk." Her tears are falling freely now, but as you go to wipe them away she recoils.
>"No. Just... Goodnight, Anon." She gets up and heads for the door, and out into the night.
>'What the fuck am I feeling?' You think.
>'All those times... urgh... I must have seemed like such a dick. How could I not notice?'
>'Could I love a pony?'
>You immediately berate yourself. 'No, stop using the designation 'pony'. It's a cop-out so you don't have to make a decision.
>'This is Rainbow Dash. Your friend. She's had your back since day 1.'
>'Even through all that odd, rapey estrus stuff a while back.'
>'You use 'pony' so you can fall back on your built in interspecies aversion, when you should be thinking 'Dashie'.
>You sit for a little while to digest this.
>'Could I love Rainbow Dash?'
>'Can I love Rainbro?'
>A huge grin spreads over your face and you leap to your feet.
>Stomping your feet into opposite shoes in your haste you throw open the front door, catching yourself from falling on the doorframe.
>In the distance a cyan dot is slowly receding, but you can see she has her head hung low.
>"Rainbow Dash!" You call.
>She doesn't stop.
>"RAINBOW DASH!!!" Your lungs hurt, but the dot stops getting smaller.
>You see her look back towards you.
>"WAIT UP!"
>You sprint out into the snow, forgetting the cold, forgetting your door, forgetting everything except the one phrase burning in your mind.
>'I love Dashie.'