Fallen Angel

Pinkie opened the door beaming, but her mind was elsewhere. How was she to hide her darkest secret? Fluttershy would discover the hidden medicine container eventually. What then? Pinkie shook her head.

"Welcome home!" She said to Fluttershy.

"H-home?"

"Well yeah! I mean, this is your home now."

"B-but, I mean, am I-"

"You're welcome here, if that's what your asking." Seeing Fluttershy shake her head, Pinkie grabbed her friend's hand. "You're safe here too." Fluttershy nodded. Her teal- green eyes showed emotion her voice could never show. She was grateful in ways words could not place.

"This was the first place I ever felt at home." Pinkie added. She put her arm around Fluttershy's shoulders again. Fluttershy felt the blush rising to her face again. Pinkie looked at her again before standing abruptly. "I'm going to the bathroom." She said sharply. Fluttershy nodded. She sat on the couch and looked around. Pinkie had done a great job with the house.

10 minutes had passed. Pinkie still hadn't come out of the bathroom. Fluttershy walked down the hall, looking for the bathroom. It was when she heard the sound of someone quietly crying that she found it. She didn't knock, or even say anything. She just opened the door. Pinkamena was sitting on the floor holding a small blade. And she had already made two parallel cuts on one wrist and was working on the other. Fluttershy gasped, and the knife clattered to the floor as she stood.

"P-please don't hurt yourself!" Fluttershy gasped out, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Why? Not like anyone gives a damn about me."

"That is not true. T-that is- is- that is the fucking opposite of the truth!" The second Fluttershy said this, Pinkie's eyes widened and tears filled her eyes. Before Fluttershy could say a word, Pinkie stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Fluttershy's. Fluttershy's eyes widened and the blush spread across her face. She could feel Pinkie's curls brushing her face. Pinkie's eyes were closed and Flutteshy pulled away seconds later, still tasting Pinkie's lips on her own. Pinkie felt her pull away, but she still felt it. Both girls stared at each other, blushing.

"S-so..." Pinkie whispered, breaking the silence. "I guess now this really is home." Fluttershy alone knew what she meant. Home is where you are safe and feel safe. Home is where you feel loved. Now they had a home.