"On Hindsight (Anon X Twilight)"
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Created on: Friday 7th of September 2012 01:03:26 PM CDT
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>The cool autumn air flowed through the window.
>It teased your hair, then moving onto the stack of paper you were holding.
>If what you felt on your hair was a simple touch, then the effect on the paper was orgasmic.
>Yellowing sheets fluttered everywhere, covering the room.
>You sigh.
>Looks like the Running of the Leaves are coming sooner this year.
>You drop the stack on a nearby stool, with it replying with a resounding ‘thud’.
>You bend over and begin to pick up the pieces.
>More wind enters the room, and you find yourself speeding up in your paper-collection.
>Once gathering both yourself and the stack, you slowly make your way towards the wooden exit of the room.
>You nudged the door open with your foot, and shuffled into the library.
>The cursed paper kept swaying to one side and next, which had you grooving your spine in a similar fashion.
>You spot a table over the yellow hill, and immediately rush towards it.
>Your sudden jerk forwards tilted the weight slightly backwards.
>But when you slow down to drop the pile, its momentum catches on.
>You notice the imbalance of weight on your hands, and you take a stride to even it out.
>You manage to slide the pages on the table, with your legs spread apart.
>That was a close one.
>After tapping around the rectangular structure to make sure it is secure, you right yourself up.
>You wipe the cold sweat of your forehead, and sigh.
“Twilight, the notes are on the table!” You call out.
>”Okay, thanks Anon!” You hear a distant reply from the basement door.
>She must be up to her usual slew of experiments again.
>Without another word, you turn your heels to leave the tree-house.
>Warm and blinding sunlight greets your face, which you embrace happily.
>For once, the light did not sting your skin.
>Autumn was a lovely season, many things to be enjoyed.
>”Anon, there you are!” You catch the scratchy voice.
>Rainbow Dash.
“Oh you know, just helping out Twilight and all.”
>”She got you to move things again?”
>You nod.
>Noticing the shadow drawn upon you, you look up to face the cobalt Pegasus.
>Her wings beat slowly, just enough to keep the light body hovering.
>Her seven-color mane waved in the soft breeze, its unkempt shape mirroring her voice.
>Funny how you associated things like that.
>Dash slowly lowered herself to your eye level, looking bored as always.
“What brings you here?” You ask, breaking the short lived silence.
>”Twi wanted me to do some experiments of her own. I’m here to help, obviously.”
>You shrug; no help for your blue buddy now.
>You wave at her, as she sighs and enters the library.
>What horrors might await her in form of literacy, you will never know.
>You whistle as you make your way to your place of occupation, the Sugarcube Corner.
>The ponies can deny all they want, they are still horses.
>You whistle out some tunes, often ending with a flat tone.
>Eh, noting like practice would help.
>Your mind drifts away as you watch the green leaves.
>Soon, you thought.
>They will age, go brown, and go crippled.
>You always knew you were the ‘glass is half-empty’ person.
>Before you know it, you are right by the doorsteps of the shop.
>A familiar ring of the shop comes to your ears, as you push through the door.
>The familiar, bored pink pony perks up immediately, up in her counter.
>”You’re here, Anon!” 
“Yeah, yeah…” You wave her off, as you take her place on the counter.
>Without another word, the pony happily skips into the kitchen, and before you know it, you hear the chimes of cooking.
>You take Pinkie’s place as the bored cashier, eyeing the never-moving door.
>You rest your head on a hand, and tap your fingers impatiently.
>The glass under you reveals the scrumptious foodstuffs, ranging from muffins to cakes.
>You lick your teeth, you’re not really interested.
>Too much sugar made you sick.
>Time ticked on, as you began to drone about with Pinkie.
>A few customers came in and out, nothing too exciting.
>After what felt like a year, your lunch break comes.
>Taking a bagel from Pinkie, you promptly leave the Sugarcube Corner, and head towards Twilight’s library again.
>You usually met Rainbow before entering your break, so you are automatically assuming she is pre-occupied.
>What else than Twilight’s tests?
>Her door gives no resistance, opening just the way you left it.
>You begin to head towards the basement door, and open it slowly.
>The door is aged; it creaked loudly as it opened.
>As you absent-mindedly descend, you are faced with a miniature purple dragon.
“Hey, Spike.”
>”Hey.”
“What’s up?”
>”Just getting some materials for Twilight, you?”
“Coming to look for Rainbow. She still here?”
>”Nah, she flew off a while ago. I’d ask Twilight about that.”
“Thanks, little guy.”
>Spike taps your leg once, and passes you.
>He goes on to his monotonous job, mumbling something about eye-protection.
>The lab soon comes into few, just after a few steps.
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>You see Twilight with her hair tied to a bun, looking sternly over a few chemicals.
“Uhm, hey, Twi.” You say, as you make your way down.
>Her concentration breaks for a second, the facial muscles easing as she spots you.
>”Oh, hey, Anon.”
“What’cha working on?” You feign interest.
>Honestly, you want to ask where your friend is, so you can book it.
>Hehe, ‘book it’.
>”Oh, just working on back up plans if I run out of oil.”
>This pulls on the strings of your mind.
“Oh? What would they be?”
>”I think I remember you mentioning ‘flashlights’ before?”
“Yeah?”
>”Well, I was thinking of making something similar.”
“You mean electricity?”
>Twilight goes deadpan for a second.
>”What’s that?”
>Your lips straighten, you are disapproving this.
>”Anyway, I was fixing up some chemicals to create light.”
>She seems awfully enthusiastic about this.
“Yeah, yeah, magnesium and stuff, right?”
>Twilight gives another stare.
>”Are you making up words, Anon?”
>You give up.
>The entire thought is foreign to her.
>”ANYWAY, the book says if I do this mix right, I can make a powerful illumination!”
>Sounds boring to such a… ‘feat’.
>”Am I boring you?”
>You shake yourself up.
“What? Naw, it is interesting Twilight, but wouldn’t you hurt your eyes?”
>”That’s why I got Spike to bring some eye-protection!”
>Right by cue, Spike comes running into the lab, carrying a box obviously too large for him.
>He puffs and pants, and drops the box with a soft thud.
>You open it gingerly, to spot several wielding goggles.
“Say, Twilight?”
>”Yeah?” She begins to mix the chemicals.
“Why do you have so many of these?”
>Twilight freezes.
>”Because…”
“Because?”
>”Yeah, just because.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“Say, you won’t go around slashing people with scalpels, wouldn’t you?”
>Twilight pouts, before ignoring your comment and resuming her work.
>You take one for yourself, one for Twilight.
>Spike crawls over the box and puts his own on.
“Here you go.” You pass the goggle over her head.
>”Thanks. Now, get back.” Twilight begins to back away.
>You put your goggle on, and wait for the fireworks.
>You can barely make it out, but you see Twilight’s magical aura lowering something into a filled flask.
>”Now to wait for the reaction…”
>A few seconds pass, and nothing.
“You sure you got the combo right?” You ask.
>”Yeah! Maybe I need to add more…” 
>Before you can object, more items are falling into the flask.
“Twi, I don’t think this is a great idea…”
>”You don’t get odd jobs for me for thinking, Anon.”
>You sigh and clam up.
>She waits again, tapping her hoof impatiently.
>She groans loudly, before going over to the mixture again.
“Twi…”
>You spot a purple glow around her face, lifting something up.
>She must be taking off her goggles.
“Twilight, that is a baaad idea…”
>”Darn it, why won’t it-“
>A sudden flash of light fills the room.
>Even behind your protective layer, the room lights up like Christmas.
>Twilight, taking the full blow, stumbles awkwardly.
>One hoof is covering her face, as she slumps to the ground.
>The light goes on about a few seconds, before it goes away.
>You flip the goggle off, and you rush to Twilight.
>She groans again, her eyes sealed shut.
“You alright, Twilight?” You ask.
>Spike is next to you, watching worriedly.
>”I’m alright guys, I just-“
>She opens her eyes, her purple iris staring at you.
>She blinks once, and then again.
>”Did you get the light, Spike?”
>The two of you stare at each other in confusion.
“Uhhh, Twilight?”
>A horrible realization draws on her, as her usual expression suddenly drops.
>”Anon?”
>You come to the realization as well, slowly standing up.
>She stands up, her legs shaking all the way.
>”What’s wrong, Twilight?” Spike asks, still naïve to the situation.
>”I can’t see.” She says under her breath.
>”What’s that? I didn’t quite catch that.” Spike cups a hand over his ear-hole.
>”I can’t see. I can’t see. I CAN’T SEE!” Twilight screams.

>”Don’t worry, Anon, she’ll be fine. As for her eyes, however…”
>You blink.
“However?”
>”There might be some difficulties. We’re working our best, Anon.”
>The doctor taps you on your shoulder once, before walking away, shaking his head.
>You open the hospital door, ducking as you went through the doorway.
>The thick smell of disinfectant fills your nose, as you see the purple pony lying on her bed.
>White cloth covers her eyes, matching the bleak room and the bed she is on.
>She smiles lightly, her friends flanking her every available side, consoling her.
>You walk in slowly, taking the entire scene slowly.
>Twilight lay silently on her bed, just nodding to her friends’ words.
>You sit on the side of her bed, looking down sadly.
>”Hello, who’s there?” Twilight asks.
>She must have felt the shift in weight.
“Just me Twilight. How’s it hanging?”
>”Well, I’m still having problems eating and walking and- pretty much everything, actually.”
>You sigh.
>”Should’ve listened to you back there, Anon.”
“Eh, you don’t give me jobs to talk back too, don’t ya, Twilight?”
>She gives a weak laugh, as the rest of the room follows her suit.
>”Heh, yeah…”
>She drifts off somewhere, falling into her thoughts.
>”Well, Twilight, it was great seeing you coping.” Pinkie speaks, her usual mood broken.
>There is an air of dread hanging in the room.
>Everyone knows what is going on.
>No one wants to admit it, however.
>You frown, but quickly cover it up with a smile.
>Not that she could see it, anyway.
>One by one, her friends leave, having their own errands to run.
>Even Spike, her faithful assistant, leaves, to take care of the library.
>Only you remain, for some heart-retching reason.
>You can’t help but to feel somewhat responsible.
>You look down on the newly-blinded pony, so much taken from her life.
>You realize you sound like a drama queen.
>It isn’t so bad, she could get used to it.
>But still…
>”Anyone still there? Twilight calls out, breaking the silence.
“Y-yeah, I’m here, Twi.”
>”The rest?”
“All gone, they have things to do.”
>She nods.
>”I suppose they’ll be busy.”
“How are you coping, Twilight?” You blurt out the question.
>”Well…” She scratches the back of her head, trying to come up with an answer. “It’s only been a few hours, so…”
“Heh.”
>The silence fills the room again, Twilight lying motionless.
“Need anything?”
>Twilight silently shakes her head, not wanting to speak.
>Her ears are constantly moving, trying to catch any form of sound.
>You stand from the bed, and begin to make your way towards the door.
>”Leaving, Anon?”
“Yeah. Need company?”
>Twilight shakes her head again.
>You give one last glance and open the door.

>That night, you have trouble sleeping.
>A life in the darkness… You can only imagine what Twilight is going through.
>Maybe you’ll visit her again tomorrow.

>Wrapping up your work quickly, you rush towards the hospital.
>Twilight is on her bed, like before, her mane slightly ruffled.
>You see some dark spots on her pillow, which she quickly hides away.
“Hey, Twilight.” You greet her.
>Her mood improves a little, only slightly.
>”Anon, is that you?”
>You nod.
>You slap yourself mentally, she can’t see that.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
>”What brings you here?”
“Just saying hi.”
>”Hello to you too, then.”
>There is an awkward silence.
>Twilight seems welcoming, but something about her voice puts you off on getting close.
>But you do it anyway.
>You sit on the side of her bed again.
“Need anything?”
>”A glass of water would be nice.”
“That’s it?”
>”…Yes. That’s it.”
>You head towards the door, feeling the chasm between you and Twilight.
>But before you step out, you hear a call.
>”Uhm, Anon?”
“Yeah?”
>”Could you… Get a book too?”

>After a few directions, you manage to find the hospital library.
>Scrambling into the bookracks, you try to find a volume Twilight might like.
>Of course, this meant you trying to find what is unfamiliar to Twilight.
>Bringing up hazy memory of the book covers in her library, you begin to browse.
>Running your fingertips through the rough hard covers, you finally find a book you never seen before.
>Pulling out the dusty tome, you see the aged and slightly crippled edges of the book.
>The sea green cover with golden font gleamed in the sunlight.
>Blowing off the dust, you read its title.
>’On Hindsight’
>Sounds like a decent story.
>Tucking the moderately heavy book on a hand, you go to fetch Twilight a glass of water.
>She slowly and gently empties the cup, her throat slowly moving up and down.
>You watch wordlessly, letting her finish the job.
>Once her thirst has been quenched, she hands you the glass.
>Setting it on the bed stand, you pull a chair next to her bed.
“Well, here you go.” You fumble with the book, as you try to put it in reach of Twilight.
>She takes it with outstretched hooves, but you can see the surprise as she takes the book.
>The weight catches her off guard, her hoof bouncing up and down as she tries to balance the book.
>”It’s… heavy.” She exclaims.
“Yeah.”
>She gingerly sets it on her chest, close to reach.
>A moment of silence goes on, before she opens her mouth again.
>”Uhm Anon?”
“Yes?”
>”Could you… Read it to me?” She asks, slightly shrinking.
“Uhm, sure thing, Twi.” You reply, taking the book back.
>You spread it over your lap, and look over the first page.
>Quite a load of words there.
>”What’s the title?” Twilight asks, slightly agitated.
“On Hindsight.” You reply.
>”Go on.”
>You clear your throat, and begin to read.
“Chapter 1… My name is Sparkling Star, and I am a scholar. The reason I am writing is because… of things I see in hindsight.”
>”Sounds interesting. Is it fiction?”
“No clue.”
>”Go on, I don’t think I ever saw this one before.”
>You smile, good thing you found a new book for her to read.
>The story goes on for the night; you only stop when the nurse comes over to say visiting hours are over.
>You bid Twilight farewell, and leave the book on her bed.
>It wasn’t that intriguing, just about a scholar who got into an experiment gone wrong and how she made new spells to cope.
>The formulas and the techniques fell on a blind eye to you, but to Twilight, it was a gold mine.
>The black ones are the words, and the white is the paper, you thought.
>Maybe it seeded some hope for Twilight, even though the writer had a completely different condition.
>Fast forward back to Twilight’s room.
>She quickly bid her friends goodbye, and cocks her head to you expectantly.
>It was somewhat disturbing, expecting her to see when she clearly can’t.
>”Anon, you’re there, right?”
>You manage to fish out an answer, taking your seat.
“Want me to read again?”
>She nods excitedly.
>You flip open to the page you left off, and begin to read.

>Reading with Twilight has been a daily thing now.
>You’re not sure what drove you back to her, could be anything.
>Guilt, obligation, and…
>Pity.
>The sight of her left in such state tugged at your heart strings.
>You just had to help her.
>The small amount of bits you received was just an incentive.
>You make your way through the clean corridor, heading towards Twilight’s room, 302.
>You usual path is blocked by the doctor, looking grim as always.
>”Hello, Anon.”
“Yo, what’s up, doc?”
>”We noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Twilight lately.”
“Nothing going on there, just reading her a book.”
>He smiles for once, but it quickly subsides as it rose.
>”I might be implicating that, but since you are her friend, maybe you can be the one to tell her.”
>Your heart begins to race.
“Wait, tell her what?”
>He shakes his head.
>”Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. The nurses and I thought your friend had to get some fresh air and all, you know.”
>You nod.
“Got it, anything else, doc?”
>”Nothing else, thank you, Anon. Also, stop calling me that.”
>The two of you share an understanding smile, and return to each of your own duties.
>Twilight greets you warmly as you enter her room.
>”Come on Anon, the physics of telekinesis awaits!”
>You can’t help but to crack another smile.
>That mare really loved reading, doesn’t she?
“Say, Twi.”
>”Yeah?”
“The doctor says you might want some fresh air. So I was thinking we could go for a walk.”
>She frowns once, then back to her usual outlook.
>”Fine. But…”
“But?”
>”After a few paragraphs?” She smiles innocently.
“Fine.”

>The leaves rustle under the wheelchair’s movements.
>Soft wind caresses Twilight’s face, teasing with her mane.
>You decided to use a wheelchair after Twilight ran into one too many walls.
>”I suppose I missed the Running of the Leaves?”
“Yeah…” You drift away, not wanting to address the things she has missed.
>It was actually surprising that she did not leave her room for the past few days.
>She smiles contently, enjoying the wind.
>”You know, the princess always told me she loved Autumn, but I never realized it until now.”
“Really, and what is so enticing about it?”
>”The wind, the sound, the feeling of it… I just wish I could see it.”
“I wish you could see it too.”
>Her smile drops slightly, as she sighs and lies on the back of the wheelchair.
>”Say Anon?”
“Yeah?”
>”Why don’t they visit anymore?”
“W-what do you mean?”
>”I mean Pinkie, Rarity, Applejack and the others, why don’t they visit anymore?”
>You are silent for a while, trying to come up with a diplomatic answer.
“Well… they have their own lives too, Twilight. They can’t visit you forever.”
>”Even if I’m stuck in the hospital forever?”
“Don’t say that.”
>She goes silent now.
>Twilight sighs, and rests her head on the wheelchair.
>Right where your hand was pushing the wheelchair.
>You tense up, but Twilight seems alright with it.
>The two of you stay put for a while, silently appreciating the season.
>”Why didn’t you stop visiting?” She finally asks.
>And so the stalemate goes on.
“Well…”
>”Are you planning to leave me too?” She asks again.
“I- no! Don’t say that Twilight.”
>”Well what then?”
“Well, I have a job reading for you, and I’m not planning to stop abruptly, just like that.” You snap your fingers, emphasizing your point.
>”Just that?”
“I also love seeing your cute little smile.” You joke, lightly pinching her cheek.
>She giggles, slightly improving the mood.
>She then sighs again, before rubbing her other cheek to your fingers, making herself more comfortable.
>”Don’t leave me like the others, alright?”
“Don’t fret, I got you.”
>She smiles gently, once again back to listening to the sound of the season.

>”And then what happened?” Twilight is quick to ask- just as you finish the sentence.
>You look over the window, seeing the full moon.
“I think it’s late, Twilight- you should sleep.”
>”But I want to know!” She squirms in her blanket.
>You can’t but help to smile.
>You glance around the room, glad that you are back to familiar surroundings.
>Twilight was finally allowed to leave the hospital.
>Pinkie remembered to throw her a party, all of Twilight’s friends invited.
>The entire event helped to renew Twilight’s friendship, which had significantly degraded during Twilight’s stay in the hospital.
>You were glad she could still call them friends; you did not want the friendship that literally kept the world stable break apart.
>Pinkie often visited, along with occasional drops from Rainbow and Fluttershy.
>The other two made time rarely, reasons everyone can imagine.
>Nevertheless, the six were back as buddies, and that mattered.
>As for you and Twilight…
>Well, who wants to know?
>You jump into her bed, lying next to her as you read the book for her.
>Nothing was going on, just plain old friend-to-friend contact.
>If the reading business had one good thing, it would be the fact it brought you and Twilight together.
>Twilight snuggled under an arm.
>You simply thought it was her attempt to ‘read’ the book.
>You supposed it made more sense if she could feel the book in front of her.
>Silently and subtly, she began to rest her head on your chest, listening carefully as you continued to read.
>Once you ended chapter 4, she put up a hoof to stop your reading.
“Something wrong, Twi?”
>You lowered the book from your view.
>She then slowly turned to you, only an inch between your faces.
>The hoof you saw earlier begins to shakily reach for your face, touching your nose.
“Twilight?”
>She ignores you, and begins to trace your facial details.
>From your bridge, then to your cheekbones, down to your cheek and so on.
>She stops on your chin.
>She looks at eyes, her life-less iris on yours.
“Twilight?”
>Twilight smiles softly, and comes closer.
>”Hey Anon?” You can feel her breath on your face now.
“Y-yeah?”
>”Thanks for staying with me.”
“No problem, Twi, can we-“
>”And for that…”
>She leans in, and pushes her lips to yours.
>You are stunned, both by shock of being cut off and the sensation dancing along your lips.
>Your mind goes blank for a second.
>The feeling of another creature’s warmth against yours…
>You feel comfort, calamity and- caution.
>All these thoughts rush through your mind, as Twilight pulls away from you.
>”I wanted to say thanks.”
>Your cheeks blossom into a full blush, even you can feel the heat radiating from your face.
>Your fingers unconsciously trail your lips, wanting to relive the feeling.
“We… Kissed…” You mumble.
>Twilight blushes too, wrapping her blanket close to her.
>She then giggles with her hooves covering her mouth.
>She quickly slips under your arm again, and snuggle against you.
>”I think we can continue reading tomorrow.” She whispers.
>But before you can stand up, Twilight pushes you back on her bed.
>”Can’t you stay?”
“Well, I-“
>”Pleaseee?”
>You sigh and plop on the bed again.
>Twilight smiles and hugs you close.
>”Never leave me, Anon…”
“You better give me a raise for this.”
>The two of you then let sleep overcome the two of you, drifting into dreams of each other.

>Well, this really has been an odd week.
>You got into a relationship.
>With a pony, to add.
>You honestly had nothing against it, you lived with ponies so long- you’re practically one of them.
>Heck, the rest of the town didn’t seem to mind.
>You knew most of the populace by their first name; you shared your drink with many of them.
>They were quite accepting; even if it was somewhat startling you simply existed here.
>Actually, many thought it was sweet.
>The crippled pony being taken care of her new lover…
>It was almost… Story book.
>You hug Twilight goodbye, and head off to work.
>You wish you could stay with her longer, but you need to eat too.
>Twilight tries to assure you that she can take care of herself quite well, but you aren’t that convinced.
>”I say again, Anon, I’ll be fine! Just go on ahead, you’ll be late.”
“Oh, you don’t even know the time!”
>She frowns once, not liking your unintended jab.
“Sorry.”
>”It’s alright, besides-“ Her horn glows once. “I got magic. I’ll be back in running the library in no time!”
“Y-you sure?”
>”Yeah, I told you, stop worrying about me! Go!”
>You finally cave in, and give Twilight a goodbye hug.
“I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t get into anymore experiments now.”
>She giggles, before giving you a peck on the cheek.
>”Have fun.” She whispers.
>You turn to leave, and go face to face with Rarity.
>Well, more of a stomach-to-face with Rarity.
>”Well, hello darling! Off to work?”
“Yep. Coming to visit Twilight?”
>She nods happily.
>”Of course! I would always be there for my friends.”
>You smile and go off on your path.

>”Twilight, darling! How are you today?” Rarity closed the door behind her.
>”Rarity?” Twilight turned to the source of the voice.
>”Who else, dear? Come, how about I make both of us some tea?”
>Twilight perks up, and begins to head off into the direction of her kitchen.
>”Yeah! I’ve been practicing with Anon for a while on navigating-“ She crashes face first on the wall next to the doorway. “- I’m still learning.”
>Spike sighs and helps her with her way, correcting her path.
>”So, anything I’ve missed, Rarity?” Twilight tries to make small talk.
>”Oh, you know, the usual borefest. How are you holding up?”
>Rarity puts on an almost apologetic expression, not realizing Twilight couldn’t see it.
>”Oh you know. Reading with Anon, cooking with Anon, chatting with Anon-“ She gasps in delight. “It’s like we do everything together!”
>Rarity puts on a weak smile.
>”Haha, yes, Anonymous…”
>”He’s a dear.” Twilight accidentally hits the wall of her cup with the spoon, resonating a ring.
>”I’m sure he is…” Rarity trails off, her expression slowly falling.
>”Anything else, Rarity?” Twilight ushers out the two filled cups to her desk.
>The two mares awkwardly take a seat by the reading table, sipping their drinks.
>”Well, if there is anything our friends and I could do, anything-“
>”I said I’m fine Rarity, no need to keep asking me. After all, I got Anon.” Twilight smiles.
>”I know, I just feel so bad and guilty over your problem and-“
>”Wait.” Twilight cuts her off. “You’re visiting me because you feel bad?”
>”What, no! I just feel more obligated- I mean-“ Rarity begins to stammer.
>Twilight’s smile falters, her face going darker.
>”I think I heard enough.”
>”No! I worded it wrong dear, I just-“ Rarity struggles to answer.
>”Spike, can you show Rarity out?” Twilight orders her assistant.
>Rarity lowers her head in guilt, unable to go on.
>Spike worriedly tugs on her hoof, making her follow.
>”I’m sorry, Twilight.” Rarity whispers, before going out.
>Spike closes the door behind the white pony, only to be faced with another order.
>”Spike, could you leave me alone for a while, take the day off.” Twilight fakes a weak smile.
>Spike leaves without a word, knowing not to clash with Twilight in her current state.

>You come home after the sun has set, only to find Spike fumbling around the entrance of the library.
“Spike, buddy, something wrong?” You tap his shoulder.
>”Yeah, Twilight is all… moody.” He whimpers.
>This can’t be good.
“Alright, I’ll get Twilight. Why don’t you go off to the Sugarcube Corner? Buy anything. It’s on me.”
>Spike brightens up a little, before scurrying his way.
>”Good luck, Anon!” He shouts as he makes his way.
>You push the door of the library slowly, only seeing pitch black.
>”Go away!” You hear a shriek from the darkness.
“Twilight? It’s me.”
>”A-anon?” You hear Twilight’s brittle voice.
>Sounds like she was crying.
>She immediately rushes towards you, which you receive with a hug.
>She sobs into your shoulders.
>You hug her tighter, waiting till she is completely drained.
>What did Rarity say to her?
>You lay the tired pony on the bed, and go downstairs to make some more tea.
>You mix a simple and sweet jasmine tea, not knowing how Twilight would like anything else.
>When you reach her bedroom again, you see Twilight, much more composed and calm.
>She turns to you with absolute silence, just like when you first saw her in the hospital.
>You sit beside her, and hand her the teacup.
>She takes it shakily, even with her magic.
>She takes a small sip, before handing back to you.
>You set it on the bed stand, and touch her cheek.
“Will you tell me why are you crying?”
>”Anon?”
“Hmm?”
>”Why did you come visit me? Back in the hospital, why did you bother showing up?”
“Well…”
>”You always say that!”
>A part of you want to call out on her problem, but you don’t want to make this situation worse.
“I felt bad for you, Twilight, when I was with you in the lab…”
>Yes, Anon, good move, stick with sympathies.
“I just had to see you.”
>Twilight’s expression hardens.
>”So you are just like them…”
>She drifts away, going silent.
>You may be sitting right next to her, but she feels so far away.
“I’m like whom?”
>”ALL THE OTHERS!” She screams.
>”YOU ONLY CAME BECAUSE I WAS DISABLED! YOU WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW ME IF I WAS JUST FINE! YOU’RE NOT A FRIEND, YOU’RE JUST LIKE THEM!”
>Her tears flow freely again, as she gets off the bed and walks towards the stairs.
>”Just like them…” She whispers, before she runs downstairs.
>By reaction, you run after her, managing to catch up to her right before she is exiting the library.
“Twilight!” You shout, trying to stop her.
>Your words fall deaf on her, and she keeps moving.
>Having no other possible moves, you grab Twilight, and hug her close.
>”Let me go!” She struggles on your grasp.
“Twilight! What is wrong with you?”
>”What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?!” 
>She fights your grasp more, holding back tears.
>You are on your knees on the floor, holding the squirming pony.
>After a while, she stops resisting, and falls silent.
>You soon hear her crying, tears wetting your arms.
“Twilight, I don’t know why you are so hurt… Is it because everyone felt sorry?”
>”They only cared because I was hurt… They only cared because they pitied me…”
“And what is wrong with that?”
>”I-“ Twilight opens her mouth to respond, but you don’t let her continue.
“It’s okay to have people caring for you, that just means they care. And I might have not cared about you before, but look at us now. They say everyone has their own way of making people care; some get loud, some go silent, and some just try. But if your problem brought us together, what is there to complain about? Aren’t you happy?”
>Twilight is dumbstruck, her tears practically stopping in their tracks.
>”I-I’m happy…”
>You kiss her on the forehead.
“Then I am too.”
>She digs her face into your chest again, finding comfort.
>And then, she starts to cry again.
>”I-I-I’m so sorry Anon!” She sobs.
>”I just thought no one cared and-“
>She cries even louder than last time.
>You coo and pat her to calm her. 
>You run your fingers through her mane, reveling in its soft texture.
>The two of you remain on the cold floor for a while, just enjoying each others’ company.
>You sigh, that is one crisis averted.
>You suppose you have to see the world through her eyes.
>On hindsight, that was a terrible remark.

~END~