Sweet Goodbye

The apartment house’s corridor was in disarray. Throwaway trash lined the floors, and the walls were covered only with worn, gray paint. The mare could hardly believe that the lord of her heart lived in such a place… The building was mostly abandoned, though, which brought her a lonely kind of comfort.

Door 51 was on the left side, right after stepping out of the stairway, so she didn’t have to look for long. To be honest, even without knowing the address, it wouldn’t have been too hard to find it—it was well visible that only this door had been touched this year. Those uninitiated wouldn’t know to seek anypony around here, thinking the whole floor was abandoned. Nevertheless, she was a common guest around here.

No matter how ruined it was, she thought she could trust the bell, pressing it a bit unsurely with her hoof. She heard a muffled buzz from inside as it informed its master of her arrival.

The next few seconds were tense with anticipation. Her heart was beating furiously, as she yearned for the stallion. She knew that she would see him again very soon, but this only made her more excited. So close, yet so far, it was driving her mad…

A minute… a whole minute just crawled by. Was he even at home? As she recalled he didn’t usually do anything at this time of the day. Of course she could be wrong… But it would have been an utter disappointment. For once she could really surprise him, and he was trotting away somewhere...

Near-silent steps caught her notice, growing steadily louder and louder as they approached her from the other side. They stopped about a meter away from her, and the lock started rattling.

She swallowed nervously.

The door finally opened, and he appeared. The earth pony with long, black mane, bright, turquoise eyes and blue fur. He had quite a bitter expression, but it soon lit up from the sight of the unicorn.

,,Fleur! What a pleasant surprise…”

She had thought her heart couldn’t beat any faster. It seemed like she had been wrong. She wanted to talk, but not even a single sound left her lips. It was as if her throat was shut close. After some effort, she swallowed again, then her chest tensed up, finally allowing her to talk.

,,H-hi.”

,,Hello! Come on in!”

The stallion stepped aside, and Fleur rushed inside with uncharacteristically large steps. The stallion shut the door closed behind her, then sat down before it and turned to the visitor, still bearing a smile on his face… However, as the mare was trying to look as small as possible, and was stepping around nervously in one place, some worry sneaked onto his visage.

,,You seem… Upset. Is everything okay?”

She ceased all of her movements, but her eyes opened wide.

,,Yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine!”

,,May I pour you a drink?”

,,Uhh… Sure!”

He stood up from the entrance and walked up to Fleur, extending a hoof. Her horn shone, then the magenta scarf and crimson cap flowed off her, landing on his outstretched leg. Nevertheless, it continued pointing towards her… It was mainly interested in the lily-clad bag.

,,It seems heavy, let me take that too…”

He wanted the bag. It had already been pulling and pricking her side and every single gaze he cast upon it seemed like he intended to set it on fire. She turned away suddenly, covering it with her body.

,,No.”

She shook her head to clarify the barely-audible whisper. Her host sighed, took his eyes off of her and pulled his clothing covered leg back.

,,Well, suit yourself…”

,,I… want to use the bathroom.”

,,Okay. You know where it is.”

Nevertheless, he pointed in its direction, and the mare walked away, shutting the door behind herself shortly.

She had gone too far to turn back now.

Her bag was incredibly heavy.

She sat down on the cold floor in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. She was visibly on the brink of crying.

What if he also noticed? Then the element of surprise was lost… But she prepared for this for so long. Her desire was completely understandable. After such a long relationship, it was only natural to strive for this. And yet, that wretched fear was still gnawing at her heart… She wanted to do it so much, but now, right before the act, she just wanted to run. What she was about to do wasn’t clean…

No. If she had already came here, then she would do it.

She only needed some encouragement, like the drink. Which would make her perfectly sure in her work, when she would finally pounce at him.

There was, however, another way to gather determination. The thing that led her here. What she had to face each day, what strengthened her dedication.

She stood back up, and turned sideways. She lifted her hind leg from the mirror’s side, granting view on her nether regions…

But her attention was drawn only by her leg. Like the other three, it was covered with a gray-white striped sock. Not too far above it lied a little speck, where her fur ceased.

It was of a pink tone. The doctors had said it would soon turn white, making it unnoticable. The scar was on the inside of her thigh, and was about one-one and a half centimeters long, and her skin was slightly wrinkled around it.

It upset her, yet she could already feel the fright begin to leave. Another sort of pain took hold of her, as the memories poured over her like a waterfall. She felt as if she was there all over again… Just laying there…