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"Pinkie, can we talk?" You say pulling her away from the crowds of the party out onto a balcony.
>You shut the glass panes and she sits on a nearby stone bench.
>"What's up?" She says cheerily.
"I need you to be serious, for once ok? Please, no gags, no jokes, no puns, just us, right here, real talk."
>Pinkie looks uncomfortable but she pains a smile.
>"O-ok.."
"I don't think things are gonna work between us."
>"WHAT!?"
"I'm sorry Pinkie, I just don't think you and I are compatible!"
>"We've been going out for an entire year Anon! You always said you liked me, and that you liked going to my parties! I don't understand what's changed.."
"Pinkie, in order for two people to stay in a relationship, I feel like there needs to be a mutual attraction for one another."
>"You're not attracted to me?"
"NO! Its the opposite, I feel like you're not attracted to me!"
>"That's not true, of course I'm attracted to you."
"Then, why don't you show it? Why are you ignoring all my advances? How come every time I try to bring up sex, or our relationship you change the subject? It's like you're some kinda robot that never has any sexual feelings."
>"Woah! Hold on there mister! We're the same age Anon, and you think that I never think about sex!? I think about it all the time! There are times when I just want to rip off all my clothes and just give myself to some random stranger!"
"You never really show it though.."
>"Is that what this whole thing was about? That you wanted to have sex with me?"
"Pinkie I-"
>"Because if that's the case-"
"N-no wait Pinkie I didn't mean-"
>"I'd be happy to. I guess I just, didn't really notice your advances that much.. I wanted us to wait for the right time, but, it looks like I messed up.."
"Pinkie.."
>She stands up and removes her jacket.
>"If this is what it takes to be with you, I'll have sex with you, right here, right now on this balcony."
She starts to remove her shirt, a single teardrop falls from her eyes.
 
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>She's actually doing it, isn't she?
>Pinkie, your girlfriend for over a year, is now stripping on a balcony, and is going to have sex with you
>...
>Just because you guilt-tripped her into it
>...
>Fuck this alchohol, man
>You need to fix this, and you need to fix it fast
>It's not only about the goddamn sex, a relationship is about two people loving one another as well
>And oh man, you're really screwing that part up
>Your try your best to focus through your drunkenness, putting all your efforts on thinking clearly
>You step up to Pinkie, placing both your hands on her shoulders, halting her actions immediately
>Her gaze freezes on your chest, her breath turning into quick gasps
>"Anon..?"
>With all the mental power you can muster, you place a finger on her lips
>Shaking your head, you let out a sigh, indicating your frustration to Pinkie
"Hold up. That was one too many drinks talking, not me."
>Pinkie lets out a slight whimper, not intending to interrupt you
>That was really, really cute
>To think you were pressuring her into this
>To think you have been frustrated with this for weeks now
>...To think she was going to do it, all for you
>Slowly, and very carefully, you bring her into a hug
>She was going to do that, wasn't she?
>All because she wanted to make you happy
>All because she wanted to make you feel like she cared
>All because she didn't want to lose you
>...All because she loved you
>You can feel a few tears rolling onto your shoulder, followed by a small gasp from her
>Gently, you rub your hand across her back, attempting to calm her
>It takes a few minutes, but her tears are reduced to sniffles
>She has finally started to calm down
>Now's a better time than any
"I'm sorry, Pinkie."
>You say no more, letting the words sink in
 
>Another few minutes has pass as you continue to cradle her in your arms
>Pinkie's breathing has started to slow down, her composure returning to her
>"Anon..."
>She pulls away slightly, looking deep into your eyes
>Her left hand now rests on your shoulder, the other lays against your chest
>The look of pain in her eyes has faded, even if only a little
>Concern only remains now
>"Why... did you say that?"
>At first, you thought to immediately say it was the drinks, that you didn't have your head about you
>However, you start to realize not all of that was untruthful
>You sigh again, attempting to think of the proper wording
"Pinkie... Do..."
>You grunt a little, the words catching in your throat
>Damn it Anon, be a man
>Shaking your head lightly, you focus your attention back to Pinkie
"Do you love me? Truly?"
>Pinkie stares at you, thinking long and hard as to what her own reply would be
>She gives the ground a few good moments of staring
>Her head nods ever so faintly, before her eyes snap back to meet yours
>"Yes."
>You hands slide midway down her back, bringing her in closer
>Both her hands are on your chest now, Pinkie anticipating your next words
"I just feel... so distant from you."
>You caress her back a bit more, earning a light hum
"You're always out there, partying, having the time of your life. I join in, yeah; but I still never feel like I'm actually /there/ with you."
>You close your eyes, letting your head sink
 
"I always feel like..."
>Your throat becomes dry, as a sinking feeling creeps into your chest
"...like..."
>Your legs become weak, your hands starting to shake
"...Just another face in the crowd."
>Your voice trembles lightly at the remark, your shoulder sagging concurrently
>For a year, you have loved this girl without question
>For a year, you have tried your best to be there for her
>For a year, you never felt like you got any closer to her
>You choke a little on the thought, that you're just 'another guy' among many
>All you wanted to do was be happy with her, and instead, you feel miserable
>And to top it all off, you're dragging her down with you
>Something touches you then, breaking you from your gloomy thoughts
>You feel a palm press against your cheek lightly
>You slowly open your watery eyes, expecting Pinkie to be staring at you in disappointment
>Tears are running down her face again, her face tinted red
>She is staring at you, but her face does not read that of discontent
>She's... Smiling
 
>Without warning, she shoves her face into your chest
>Her arms wrap around you tightly, preventing any form of break
>Though her face is planted into your torso, faint chuckling can be heard
>Pinkie looks up to you, her eyes wet, but her smile never fading
>"You *sniff* silly you."
>She rests her head against you again, accompanied by a sigh
>"I'm not out there partying because it's a party, and I'm not partying because there are other people."
>Her grip loosens as she visibly relaxes against you
>"I party, /because/ you're there."
>A few minutes pass as you both hold your positions, never waning for a moment
>She means that, doesn't she?
>She's there, for you
>Just you being you is what makes her happy
>Not intercourse, not some fancy poems or gifts
>Just... you
>This time, you hug her in tightly, a small giggle coming from her
"Thanks, Pinkie."
>You both look into one anothers eyes again, smiles plastered across both your faces
>You feel, warm
>Perhaps you realized this is what true love is
>Or perhaps it's the alcohol
>Regardless, for this moment, you're both happy
>And neither of you would have it any other way
>You start to lean back and signal for both of you to head back inside, but something grabs you by the head
>You're pulled down lightly to meet eye-level with a still smiling Pinkie
>"You may have been a little tipsy, mister. But I wasn't."
>She pulls you in closer, your lips meeting hers
>She's so... sweet
>Afore you can react further, she breaks it, giggling lightly
>"Remember, patients may be just a teeny bit bitter. But the fruit is always sweet!"
>With that, she lets your hand go, wondering back off into the crowd
>She waves as she goes, laughing as though nothing happened
>You try to think about what she said, but the alcohol starts to kick back in
>Rubbing the back of your head, you can't help but chuckle at the situation
 
>Just another party with Pinkie