>It's a short flight back to your house
>Once you enter your house, you put Dash's basket onto the table and walk into the kitchen
>You grab a glass of water, and rinse the taste of old wood from your mouth
>You walk out of the kitchen and into the living room
>On the table, you see the wrapper of the cupcake you left her
>Crumbs and a bit of frosting is all that remains
>You get filled with glee, seeing that she enjoyed the treat
>You don't even know what happened to Dash's
>She probably ate that too
>The door to Maple's room is closed
>Still, you open it up and walk in
>The lights are still off, and you see Maple in bed
>Sleeping peacefully
>Blankets tucking her in, cozily
>You close the door, which makes a loud creaking sound
>Maple's floppy ears perk up in response
>She rolls over from her side, and looks straight at you
>"Amber?"
>You're caught off guard
"Uh, Hey Maple...Just wanted to check up on you"
>She rolls back over
>"Thanks for the cupcake" she says in a tired, defeated tone
"You feeling any better Maple? Could I get anything for you?"
>A few seconds pass
>"I'm really tired...and sore"
>The soreness
>You remember that
"Do you want a Motrin or something?"
>She softly nods her head
>You run and grab a bottle of water and a half Motrin
>It's probably best she doesn't take the full thing
>That's what Mom would always say
>You bring it back to her room, and give it to her
>She sits up slowly, and grabs the pill from your hoof
>Here, you can get a better look at her face
>Her eyes are red
>Probably from the crying
>She sips it down and lays back down
>You sit on the bed, adjacent to her
"Does yo-"
>"I thought he was the one...You know...I thought we were gonna be boyfriend and girlfriend...It was stupid of me to think that...I'm naive, just like you said..."
>You look back at your hurting sister
"You're not stupid, Maple. Don't say that. You were caught up in the moment. It's not your fault"
>She sits back up
>"I could've stopped him. I could've walked away or scream for help. But I didn't. I'm a slut..."
>You almost wanted to yell at her
"You are not a slut Maple! Stop saying that! He raped you!"
>She counters you with another yell
>"Then how come I came?!? Huh? I came Amber!"
>She takes a few breaths and turns away from you
"Maple, that doesn't mean anything. It's involuntary, you don't have any control over that"
>"You weren't there, Amber...you weren't there" She says just above a whisper
"You could go on and on about how this could've played out differently. But you just have to understand that it won't change anything. You can't go back"
>She lays back down
>"You're right...You can't go back...You can't change anything...because in the cold light of day, we're all pretty much dead already"