White

Absolutely loving life right now.

I’m sitting here in this gray chair, talking to my other self.

“Aren’t you ready to see Soarin?” my more pristine version asks, looking at me with the eyes that could set stallions on fire.

I nod happily. “Of course! I’ve been stuck in here waiting all morning and I just can’t wait for him to swing on by!” My heart nearly flutters out of my chest, the feeling of wanting him increasing at time passes by.

My other self smirks. “You are so in love with him.”

I sigh and turn to her. “I don’t think I can say it’s love, but I definitely like him enough to maybe love him.” I look down at the ground. “Problem is, I can’t even fly, so even seeing him is quite difficult.”

The younger looking version sighs as well. “Yeah, you’re stuck here in Canterlot, right?”

I reluctantly nod. “Yes and he’s enjoying the sky up there in Cloudsdale. It’s been two weeks since he visited me and one week since they’ve even allowed me to sit down and move around properly.”

Silence reigned as the two mares stare at one another, neither occupant murmuring even a peep.

Then, the colorful, lively pegasus speaks up.

“Plus, they do think you’re slightly crazy,” she says, choosing her words carefully.

I perk up at this. What does she mean by that?

She looks at me and shakes her head. “You’ve probably been wondering why you’re in here?”

“Now that you mention it, no, I haven’t.” I slide a hoof underneath my muzzle. “Why do you think they have me here?”

The pristine version gets off her rump and slowly clip-clops over to my seat, laying her right fore hoof on my shoulder. “Think about it, the doctor didn’t come back in to take you to your room.”

That he did.

“Plus, you’re in a room fit for a crazed pony.”

That I am.

“Lastly, you’re sitting here, talking with me: a pony that isn’t tangible to anypony else but you.”

That I am.

I stare at her, slackjawed. “Do you get what I’m saying, Spitfire?”

I nod and attempt to reset my jaw. “They think you’re crazy.”

Once I slap my jaw in place, I shake my head and return fire to her accusation. “Why am I not in one of those jackets then?”

She sighs and goes behind my back. “Do these wings of yours remind you of your bone-breaking incident?”

I grimace as I remember the bones snapping. “That makes a bit of sense,” I announce. “They don’t want to hurt me.”

“Exactly,” she says confidently. “They don’t want to hurt an already physically and mentally damaged mare.”

I growl at her, anger beginning to boil inside me. “Are you calling me stupid?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m calling you crazy.”

The brew inside me continues it’s rapid ascension, the feeling that steam will eventually shoot through my ears. “Leave me be.”

The radiant version of me raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“Leave,” I growl. “Me.” I say, looking up at her. “Alone!” I shove her with my hoof, causing a loud clacking noise on the ground, the visage of the perfect mare of her prime now shattered; the echo continuing throughout the room. On the floor lies a shell, a replacement of the self: a grey chair.

“She’s… gone,” I say, leaning back in my chair, whimpering as I remember the incident. I begin to sob, a fresh few tears clouding my vision.

Suddenly, I hear a door open and the pony who I’ve been waiting so long for sees me for who I am.

“Spitfire!” he shouts, rushing to my side. “Are you okay?”

I let out a light chuckle. “N-no you dolt,” I say shakily, holding back a sob. “I…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I…”

I try to say something, but nothing comes out. I look away and look around, the white room empty as can be, the only thing here is the grey chairs in the middle and the grey mattress in the bottom left corner of the room. “Soarin…”

“What?”

“Get… me out of here,” I say, my voice wavering. “I can’t stay here anymore.”

Soarin stares at me, puzzled. “But Spitfire…”

Suddenly, something snaps in me. “Soarin! They think I’m crazy!” I stand up on all fours, causing the stallion to move back in surprise. “Look at this room! It’s all white!” I exclaim, waving my hoof around in the interior of the room.

Soarin raises an eyebrow at this. “And?”

I growl at him. “Soarin, I’m in a prison cell!”

The cyan stallion looks around. “Well it’s cleaner than most prison cells in Cloudsdale…”

I shove him, causing him to falter and land right on his rump. “What in the hay was that for?”

“For trying to joke around! I’m being serious, Soarin!” I angrily say, tears leaving my eyes. “Just…” My angered visage disappears, replaced by the broken spirit of me. “...stay with me.”

“Spitfire…” Soarin says, walking up to her and nuzzling her neck. “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere.”

I sigh and nuzzle him back. “Promise?”

He nods and wraps his wings around me, trapping me in his grip again. “I promise.”

I smile as more tears leave me, matting my friend’s coat. “I’m sorry f-for being like this Soar,” I stutter out, calling him by his nickname. “I…”

He cuts me off, nuzzling underneath my neck which causes me to gasp in surprise. “I’m sorry I didn’t come soon enough,” he says calmly. “What did they do to you here?”

“They’ve chatted with me about my wings and attempted to do therapy. The whole therapy process revolved around flying. The doctor asked me where did this whole flying thing really took off. Problem is is that I didn’t know where I began,” I explain.

“And what is your beginning?”

“You,” I state flatly.

“Me?” he asks, a light blush adorning his cheeks.

I smile, the heat rising to my cheeks once again. “Y-yeah,” I stutter, causing him to nuzzle my cheek. I sigh and return the nuzzle. “You are my motivation, my beginning as a flyer in the Wonderbolts…”

Then, I hear something I never thought I’d hear.

“You’re my motivation too, Spits.”

I gasp and pull back, gazing into his eyes. “You really mean that?”

He nods. “I do,” he proclaims confidently, holding my orange hoof with his. “You’re my influence, my captain, and the best, strongest mare I’ve ever met. I’m so glad we met on the same day, on that tryout…” He brings his gaze to mine. “Because I wouldn’t have the best friend I’ve ever had right here, in front of me.” He gives my hoof a gentle squeeze.

I give him a warm gentle smile. “Soar…”

“Yeah?” he says, tears slowly coming to his eyes.

“T-thank you…” I sputter, cuddling with my stallion.

He sighs and keeps me close, laying his head on mine. “Anytime…”

In the sea of white lies an orange and blue dot, holding onto each other for dear life as they float into the endless white void, hoping for an escape to unfold.