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by Killer Croc

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fluttershy
Length: 1451

An old stallion confesses his love for Fluttershy

A stallion with no name is stuck in a painful quandary with his love for Fluttershy.

(This story is a One Shot Fic and it's only purpose is to practice my writing.)

Published 2013-06-29 03:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-29 03:00:01 UTC

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I

Flesh and Bones. I feel it within me, this feeling of the white rock inside grinding against the soft meat. I feel it whenever I walk around. Around the days in which I was young, I never felt them rubbing inside. As I get older into the latter part of my life, it hurts a lot more often. Every movement I make, pain sears throughout the flesh and bones. I'm breaking down, and I know I'm helpless with the inevitable. Age is something that can't be halted, only continual.

Reaching for glory, it was one of my goals in life. But as time rolls on in its eternal ring, this concept appears less important with each passing day I experience. There is a lot of regret with my actions, and the consequences are quite unforgivable. I lost many friends in my life; some weren't real or caring, but a few were honest and helpful to me. I almost ache with woe in heart about the thought of my true friends lost.

Enchanted moments from a time long gone are things I will never forget. They outweighed the terrible regrets, and it's something good to ponder. My last enchanted moment I've been through was with a yellow pegasus. I never forgot who she was, even when my condition prevented me from seeing her. Memories were lost, only a specific few remain. This pegasus was a very enchanting mare I was fortunate to remember. Eyes wear out eventually, but her voice produces a clear image in my head. She spoke with the most soothing tone, assuring me that everything will be alright. I never doubted her on making me feel okay with my life as it is. Mistakes were made, and I had to move on from them.

I believed I was found wandering aimlessly, the memory was quite vague and unrecognizable to me. A few ponies saw me, and I was brought along with them, to a place new to me. AS my sight went away, I felt the other senses growing stronger as time went on. I recalled having come from a small borough from a distant place, Trottingham was the name. The hospitality was nice, they had a nice place for me to live. It wasn't until a month late that I would meet her.

She was shy, something that I knew without a doubt. This pegasus reminded me of a now deceased friend, one could never forget something like that. The similarity was eerie. I was too late to confess my love before her death, but in some way, life was able to bring me to another pony. However, I've grown old over the years, and it's taken a massive toll on me. Every day she would come by to take care, and I would talk to her. She would return a conversation, it comforted me. The pegasus told me about her friends. The problem was forgetting their names within almost a day.

Her name stayed with me, Fluttershy. With every visit, I felt more comfortable to welcome my near future. The name rang with an eccentric tranquility, much like a soft music note humming at the end of a magnificent opus. She reminded me so much of my friend. Tragedy, pretty much the word that describe my feelings for both of those ponies.

Blood splattered from the heart, on the walls of the inside. This happened long ago, and now it would occur once again. I never told this pegasus, I never told Fluttershy about the feelings that crushed me everyday. The afternoons were spent unfocused, incoherent noise hammered away with a rhythmic pulse. The beat was solemn and disturbing. I would nearly cry if not for the peace of drifting into slumber. But that was only temporary.

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II

Drawn on the white blank page of my soul is the only thing that shatters my solemn desire. It was her, and she was visiting once again. Blind and breaking apart, I fought the pain long enough to see her for one more day. I heard the recognizable hoofsteps coming near me. I heard her voice once again.

Hello, ...

The greeting resonated around the four walls of the shared home. It blotted out every other voice within my hearing. I welcomed her with a Good Morning. I could sense that she smiled and began to talk. I heard her questions about my day, about my conditions, and my own feelings. It went on like it usually would. Routine sometimes helps, it kills the day without hesitation. She talked to me about her friends, a special occasion took place a few days ago. Sadly, I can't recall the events of that day, but her friend was crowned a princess. A once in a while matter of celebration that rarely happens to anypony, and I listened in with interest.

I could feel that she was happy about her friend. Sand filled slowly filled the hourglass in my head as we spoke, and the woeful innervation ate away at my heart piece by piece. I finally felt the obligation once and for all, to explain everything to her.

Duration of the conversation grew longer, and I ached a lot more. The hourglass had filled, it was almost time for her to go and leave me alone. I caught her attention when I spoke her my final words before she left. She hinged onto the words I uttered out into her ear. She stood silent, the type of silence that would tug at me for almost an eternity.

I felt a deep submersion, descending beneath the waters of ice cold pending rejection. She hadn't spoke, and I began to wonder if she had disappeared. Then the soothing voice had escaped from her mouth.

I'll come back tomorrow. I'll need some time to think about it, I'm sorry if I disappointed you.

There it was. An uncertainty that brought further pain than anticipated. Closure didn't arrive to rescue me from the pain in my heart. Another day will have to pass until I know for sure.

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III

Loose dirt filled the air, covered with the scent of fresh rain. Weather ponies had a wonderful job. I thought about the idea of being a weather pony in my youth. The only problem was no wings, only pegasus ponies seemed to perform the task. Another day had passed, I hardly remember what had happened previously. I felt some sense satisfaction from the waking moment. Something had been done yesterday, it could explain what was going on. I heard the door open, and then the familiar clattering of hoofsteps came to me again. I remembered.

Home was a place that brought a sense of happiness to me. She felt like home. Fluttershy returned, and I didn't feel pain or resentment. She sat next to me. She didn't talk, but sat there. I felt anxiety rising up from the back of my hooves, to the top of my head. I heard no words. I still felt comfort, a strange awkward thing to feel during this moment.

She spoke.

Why do you love me?

Questions, one thing I knew I was terrible at, especially from a mare. I thought about it, wandering around an endless void to figure out the answer to it. Why did I love her?. I suppose the answer was simple enough. I replied.

You remind me of an old friend I knew once.

Fluttershy was quiet again, she seemed less shy than her other visits. Another moment had passed, and I felt a kiss on the side of my face. She kissed me on my cheek. Warmness rose up from the deep waters of my old age, and numbed the continuous throbbing in my bones. Flesh and Bones both had forgotten their sense of pain.

I'm sorry, but this is the best I could offer.

I listened her words. I didn't blame her for mentioning my true thoughts, and told her not to be apologetic. Closure was something I felt, it was closure to knowing what would've happened if I spoke sooner to an old friend.

Unforgivable mistakes tend to happen, and it's best to move on from it. I never forgave myself over the past, and now closure had brought me to a peace. Fluttershy stayed with me for the remainder of the day, until it was time for her to go. She said goodbye for the last time and left. I went into my dreams with a smile, drifting off into an eternal world. I made a new friend in the last days of my life, and it was an enchanted moment I never regretted.