The End

by Hudibadudi

Rating: everyone
Tags: Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1025

The end of the friendship between Rarity and Twilight.

Friendship is magic, yes, but sometimes that magic fades and dies. What is there left that you can do when it does?

Just a little story I threw together to vent some frustrations.

Cover image belongs to Hasbro.

Published 2015-08-05 01:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-05 01:40:01 UTC

A Broken Heart

The End

A Broken Heart

It was all over. The friendship that they had once shared, gone. It wasn't that Rarity hadn't tried. She had noticed cracks starting to form in their friendship months ago and she had tried her hardest to fight to keep their friendship going. She had convinced herself that it was worth fighting for, that letting it die was the worst possible thing that could have happened. It had all started when she had confessed to Twilight that she had a crush on her. She felt better after telling her, if only to remove the burden of keeping her crush a secret.

Twilight had told her that she didn't feel the same way, which Rarity had expected, so it didn't hurt too much when Twilight rejected her. The two remained friends after that, but something changed and everything felt different afterward. Whenever the they hung out with their friends, Twilight would spend more time with them and seemed to avoid Rarity. Because of that, she had asked Twilight on multiple occasions if everything was alright between them and Twilight would always say that they were. Yet despite these reassurances from Twilight, Rarity always got the feeling the Twilight felt uncomfortable around her.

As time went on they became more distant, rarely spending time together. When they did, they talked to everypony but each other, and if it was just the two of them the time was often passed in awkward silence.

Rarity blamed herself for all of this. She surmised that if she had never said anything, that if she had just kept her crush a secret, everything would have been fine between them. Her own selfish desires had caused a rift between Twilight and herself. Rarity tried to fix it. She asked Twilight to hang out with her at every opportunity, but Twilight was always too busy with other things to make time for her. She had even told Twilight that she was wrong, that she had made a mistake when she told Twilight about her crush, that she had spoken without thinking clearly. Rarity had even apologized on multiple occasions for telling Twilight about her crush. Twilight would just tell her that she had nothing to apologize for, that Rarity had told her what her feelings were and that she respected her for that. Rarity just wanted things between them to go back to normal, but they never did.

All these things had been leading to the demise of their friendship, but yesterday's events sealed its fate. Rarity had been on her way back from the market, with fresh vegetables for tonight's salad, when she saw Twilight walking down the street toward her. As they walked past each other, Twilight didn't so much as glance at Rarity. As they passed, Rarity said a very small and weak 'hello'. Twilight ignored her as though she had been an invisible ghost and continued walking. Rarity suddenly felt her heart breaking. She could run after Twilight, apologize for all of this again, but she figured that doing so would only worsen the split between them. Rarity simply continued on her way, tears forming in her eyes.

The Carousel Boutique was dark, the curtains in the windows were closed, preventing much light from coming in. Rarity lay on the bed in her bedroom, sobbing quietly. Even though she knew that the end had been coming, it still came as a shock when it did.

Rarity had done almost everything within her power to fight for their friendship. But in the end, there was only so much that she could do. If Twilight didn't want to fight to save it, then it was doomed. The only option left open to Rarity to keep their friendship alive was to just continue to play along as though everything was fine, but she couldn't. What kind of friendship would that be, where one ignored the other and then the other acted as if everything was fine? Rarity knew that wasn't friendship. She couldn't live like that and she hoped that Twilight felt the same. So she decided to let it die and to move on. She hoped that Twilight would understand, but maybe Twilight wouldn't even notice a difference. Perhaps Twilight had been hoping for Rarity to just give up all along, to put a dying friendship out of its misery.

She had already gone through her shop, removing anything from pictures that included Twilight in them to gifts that Twilight had given her. The last picture she took down was a picture of the two of them at the Hearth's Warming Eve pageant. The two of them looked so happy in it. This had been one of her favorite photos, but it too was thrown into a box with all the other stuff and put it a storage room. She didn't want to throw all of it away. There were too many memories connected with these objects, yet it was too heartbreaking for her to leave them out.

She lay on her bed, crying, and thinking about all the fun that the two of them had together, the laughs they shared, the time she had just come back from a vacation and gave Twilight a hug upon seeing her for the first time in weeks. The joy that she found in these memories was contrasted with the bitter knowledge that their friendship was no more, and that no more new such memories would be made. Rarity finally fell asleep, mentally and emotionally exhausted.

She awoke the next morning, feeling slightly better. She still had her other friends, of course, and decided that today would be a wonderful day to go to the spa with Fluttershy. She would have to tell her friends about her and Twilight at some point, and decided that the sooner she did so, the better. Plus, going to the spa would help relax her, and that's exactly what she needed. After she made herself look presentable, Rarity left her shop for Fluttershy's cottage, determined not to dwell on the past but instead look forward to a promising future.