At the end of a rainbow

Rarity sat alone at the breakfast table, sipping on a cup of coffee, when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Coming!~"she said in a sing-song voice and walked to the door.

At her doorstep stood a frozen and blushing baby dragon that seemed to be at the verge of tears.

"Spikey-wikey, what's wrong? You look like you could start crying right now!"

"O-oh, it's, um, my allergies. Nothing to worry about."Spike moved back and forth on his heels and his eyes was darting around, but he refused to look at Rarity, who seemed rather confused.

"But it's in the middle of the winter."she stated bluntly, looking out at the white surroundings.

"Yeah, hehe, I'm... allergic to snow. Fire-breathing dragon, you know."

He smiled sheepishly at Rarity, that wasn't really convinced.

"You seem to be nervous of something, Spike? Do you want to talk?"

"No, it's nothing, but I want to give you this."

He gave Rarity a sealed envelope that was addressed to her in curly letters. Then, he took a step back.

"I-I gotta go now, bye." Spike took of in the direction to the library, leaving Rarity confused on her doorstep, levitating a letter addressed to her.

When Spike finally arrived at the library, he carefully closed the door and sank down on the floor and started crying.

I made a total fool of myself. Why couldn't I talk to her? I've done it countless times before. Is it because this is probably the last time I'll ever see her? Probably. This is not how it should have ended. I want her by my side. My rainbow,he thought.

Quietly sobbing, spike pulled his head up and imagined that Rarity stood right in front of him. He said what he had wanted to say for so, so long.

"I want you to be my rainbow."

Rarity returned in again, throwing herself on to the couch and carefully unsealed the envelope. She was in deep thought of what made Spike so nervous, and started to read the letter. After a while, she was done. And she reread it. Again. And again.

When she had read it six times, all the different words and sentences was floating around in her head, creating some sort of organized chaos that bringer tears to her eyes.

Spike loves me. Those three words repeated themselves in her head. On and on again, until a quiet sob escaped her.

No one had ever said that before. They either trembled with the words or just froze. Now, this wasn't really Spike saying it, but writing it was by far enough. She really didn't have a clue of the little dragons feelings, she just assumed that he was friendly. And all the compliments! Now she felt horrible how she had used him to do her favors! He probably felt so rejected. Rarity felt cold tears run down her cheeks, and whispered a promise she knew she would hold.

"Oh Spike, I'll be your rainbow."