Fallen Angel

Fluttershy gasped, hearing the tone in Pinkie's voice. She knew instantly what pinkie was doing, having considered doing it herself before. She sprinted towards the house, disguising the fact that she was sprinting incredibly fast. NO! Her mind was screaming, wishing Pinkie could hear her.

"Goodbye Fluttershy. I love you..." The phone clicked off. God DAMMIT! She cursed herself for not saying she knew what Pinkie was doing. Why had she not said something? ANYTHING?

Pinkie gazed across the cityscape a ways away from her house. Soon she would be part of that sky.  The wind played with her hair, teasing her. She was going to die soon.  She knew this. The birds flying around nearby knew it. She sighed, noticing how little people recognize their breath. She began to count her breaths. Her last breaths. She stepped to the edge of the roof. Ninety-Eight. Ninety-Nine. One-Hundred. Pinkie leaned back, falling so she never saw the ground. But something stopped her.

"PINKIE PIE!" Suddenly a hand caught her arm and she was being pulled up the side of the house. Fluttershy was frantic, the hold on Pinkie's arm near painful, nails digging into her arm. Pinkie reached up, fully intending to push Flutter's arm away. But she couldn't. Instead, she reached for her other arm. Struggling, Fluttershy managed to pull Pinkie onto the roof. Pinkie stumbled onto the roof, tripping into the other girls arms. Fluttershy pulled her into a hug, then sharply pushed her away. "What." Fluttershy began, her voice sharp, though from pain, not anger. "What. The hell. Was that?!" Pinkie winced at her friends tone.

"You know what I was doing."

"B-but why?"

"I dunno. Why wouldn't you?" Fluttershy felt tears filling her eyes. This wasn't the response she was expecting. Her friends hateful tone hurt more than Pinkie could know.

"Pinkie?" She asked meekly. Her friend nodded. "I- I love you too." Her voice shook. Pinkie stared at her, the full meaning of the thing sinking in. Before Fluttershy could respond, Pinkie jumped forward, closing the distance between the two girls, wrapping her arms around Flutter's neck and pressing her lips against her lover's. Fluttershy wanted to jump in shock, her teal eyes widening. She stilled herself, mentally cursing for being so shocked and shy. She pressed into Pinkie, noticing that the small girl's pink hair had taken on it's usual pouffy appearance. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Pinkie was alive. How was she supposed to live without the small girl's cheer and parties. Not to mention her spirit. Though broken, she was being remade.