For you, Twilight
For you, Twilight
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By TCP127
This story and its message were inspired by three things, me, Acoustic Brony and his song crepuscularity, and a comment on his song by sergiostudios.
His original comment : When I hear this song I feel so lonely, sad like I’m alone in space, and know that the most beautiful creature in the entire Multiverse Is so far away from me, in another dimension she is there smile and cry with her friends, learning about friendship, and while that I’m here crying at night by know she is too far way for us to be together, I pass through the day and smile when I think about her, and cry when I open my eyes, and I wish that I can find someone that is like her but there is no one like Twilight.
I woke up slowly, taking in the small room and its meager surroundings. A pile of dirty clothes lying in the corner, a dusty old desktop that I cherished with my life and a small but surprisingly well-kept closet tucked into the somewhat claustrophobic space that I called the ‘master bedroom’.
Probably because I don’t use the closet that much I thought to myself, noting the three piles of clothes dumped into the corner and the nearly empty closet with one lonely shirt hanging in it. I sat up fully and took a glance at my old beaten alarm clock, somehow still working through the constant days of abuse during my time at U of I.
Twelve P.M., I thought to myself. Perfect. I climbed groggily out of bed, rubbing the excess sleep out of my eyes with my right hand. I walked over to the piles of clothes in the corner and began digging through the “Not so bad” pile for my favorite shirt to wear around the house.
No, no, no, no, where is it? I wondered, flinging aside other various bits of clothing. “Yes!” I declared out loud, happy that I found my favorite Twilight shirt. An Obama like picture of Twilight adorned the front, with a caption that said Read in a sort of blue and red color blend. Three wears in a row? This shirt is now twenty percent cooler. I thought to myself, as I mentally slapped myself at the lame joke.
I threw on some random pair of jeans and happily made my way to the main room, where my most expensive possession, a twenty-inch plasma TV sat, almost willing me to turn it on. Finally new episode, here I come. I delightfully thought to myself, allowing a small grin to creep across my face. And a Twilight one at that. I added on, thinking of the purple mare that I always dreamed about, but could never have. I even took it the point where I even began saying “Goodnight Twilight” whenever I went to bed, hopefully my goodnight reaching across the Multiverse to her.
Dreamers can dream, huh? I thought as my mind tried to think about the chances of that happening. I let out a sigh and flipped on the TV, punching in the channel number for the HUB, ready for the new episode. I caught the show as the intro was ending, going straight to commercial after seeing a glimpse of the My Little Pony logo. I groaned loudly and made my way over to the kitchen to fix up a bowl of Frosted Flakes for breakfast.
“Only thing commercials are good for anyway.” I grumbled to myself as I pulled a spoon out of the sink. I quickly grabbed a bowl and dumped a generous amount of cereal and milk in it, just now thinking about how hungry I was. I sat the milk back in the fridge and sat the box back atop, grabbing my bowl to plop back in front of the TV just as the commercial ended. Perfect timing. I thought as I let an even bigger smile go across my face.
Thirty minutes of laughter and a lesson learned later, the new episode was over and left with that longing of Twilight again. I sighed audibly, sure the episodes were great, but thinking about how someone-, I mean somepony, so perfect is out there, made me a bit sad that I could not have her here, right by my side was a bit depressing. She is just a cartoon, silly, My mind thought as it tried to bring me back to reality. There still was that light chance that she was still out there, so I clung onto that hope as I walked back into the kitchen to clean my bowl. I quickly washed the bowl and spoon, placing them into the small cupboard above the sink when I felt they were polished enough. I took a deep breath and walked through the small hallway that connected all the rooms together to my favorite room in the whole apartment, my study. It wasn’t so much a study as it was the place I kept my massive book collection, amassed long before I discovered My Little Pony.
It was actually the biggest room in the apartment and the only reason I didn’t chose it as my room was the glorious view it had of the Chicago, making it the only place I would want to read my books. I stepped up to the curtains and swung them open, greeting me with a not-so-typical Chicago March. The sun was almost directly overhead, leaving very few shadows to dilute the glorious view offered by the window. I watched as the various Chicagoans went about enjoying the unusual weather, joggers getting in their afternoon run, the surprisingly empty beachfront, and various boats and jet skis whisked their way through Lake Michigan. I smiled widely and moved over to one of the many bookcases that lined three of the walls. Unsatisfied with the selection in the first one, I moved onto the next, looking for something I could stand to read. Then I went to the next one, then to the next, and the next, and the next, and then the last three, nearly seething in disappointment to not find something that interested me.
I let out a groan of frustration and trundled out of the room, planning to get on the computer to occupy my mind. I opened my door and plopped myself into the chair, trying to get as comfortable as possible. I had a feeling I would be here awhile, however that feeling would be very short lived. I gave the power button a solid press and the old computer began to whip up, a little groggier than usual. Then, without any extra flair, it gave up with a dry sigh. It’s been a long eight years hasn’t it? I thought, remembering the first time I got this computer and how excited I was when my father bought it. I stood up and gave the tower a soft pat. “All that porn must have tuckered you out, huh?” I let out a dry laugh and walked out the room remembering the best time with that old desktop. “Looks like she’s finally gone.” I thought with a sigh and reminded myself to get rid of it later.
I wandered around the apartment for a little while longer, trying to think about something else buther. Just let her go, she’s just a freaking cartoon! A figment of someone’s mind! She is unable to exist with you in any way except in Imagination.My mind yelled at me, obviously trying to be the voice of reason.
“I can’t take this anymore, I need to think!” I yelled at myself, grabbing my notebook and a pencil off of my desk. I planned on going to the one place I could always think clearly, not bothering to grab anything else, knowing I wouldn’t need it.
I tucked the notebook under my arm, locking my apartment door behind me. I walked quickly through the fairly long hallway, desperately wanting to get to my destination as quickly as possible. I opted to take the stairs, not wanting to be bothered with the hopelessly slow elevators, and quickly made my way to the lobby three floors below. As soon as I got to lobby, I waved a friendly hello at the apartment landlord, who was currently manning the front desk. I walked out of the revolving doors and into the fresh Chicago air, the temperature somewhere in the comfortable seventies.
It’s pretty nice actually, living this close to the lake, you get the beauty of Downtown, along with the fresh lake breeze coming through, taking most of the rather unpleasant smells out of the area. My whole life was pretty nice actually, now that I think about it. I still have two alive and well parents, a nice degree in English from the U of I, a steady job tutoring kids who need additional help in English, a nice apartment downtown, and of course, My Little Pony.
But why do I still feel this way? That I’m attracted to something that can’t possibly exist except in stories? I thought in frustration as I walked the few blocks in-between my apartment and the lake. I guess I’ll find out later, when I finally get there. I came to a truce in my head, instead trying to focus on the things happening around me, weaving through a few crowds, crossing a few busy streets, waving hello to one of my old friends from college, and buying a Vienna dog and a classic coke-cola.
After what seemed like a few minutes of that, I found myself at the entrance of pier 14, gingerly unlocking the gate by putting an arm through the bars. With a successful click a few seconds later, I pushed the old metal gate open, forcing it to creak very loudly. After I was through, I gingerly shut the gate behind me, so no one would guess I was back here. I walked rather slowly to the edge of the pier, sitting down with a plop, and letting my legs dangle freely off of the edge. This is the place where I got the best ideas of my writing from, the serenity and quietness allowing me to think so clearly. Sadly, I didn’t come here for that, I thought as I let out a loud groan and let the truce in my mind drop, preparing for a worse war than those fought between the NLR and Solar Empire.
Surprisingly none came, and I laid my back on the wooden pier and let out a sigh of relief, I guess this place is more relaxing than I thought. I guessed with a wide smile all across my face. I laid there until the sun was nearly below the lake front, casting a beautiful twilight across the pier.
I sat up quickly, a wave of inspiration hitting me like a wave. I grabbed my notebook and started writing,
“For you, Twilight.”