“Rainbows don’t come along that often...”- Pinkie Pie
She was a rainbow in every single way. She was always showing her true colours, sparkling like the million diamonds in the sky. But rainbows have their flaws, they don’t last long. And that’s why she left.
An Alice blue stallion with dazzling emerald eyes, that flicker into a bright jade in the sunshine, and a dark blue indigo mane, sat on a white cloud- almost instantly Turing the puffy cloud into a nimbus. He wore a plain expression on his face showing no emotion, but his body language begged to differ. He was slumped down, his chest almost touching the soft surface of the dark cloud, his hoofs were trembling, as if he had been electric shocked. In his hoof he held a picture, a picture that he treasured dearly, a picture that broke his heart.
The picture was of him, his mane blown back and his goggles, with a mud-brown strap, and a gold rim around the glass, neatly played on the crown of his head. He was quite content, his eyes were closed and he was internally chuckling. He wore a sky blue dress shirt with many medals speckled on his chest, and a liquorice black tie sliding down his shirt. Next to him was the most beautiful mare you can imagine. She had a glistening, silky rainbow mane that was as smooth as honey, and a green flower wreath was placed on her head like a tiara. Her gorgeous rose magenta eyes glared upwards staring at the stallion that stood before her. She was bowing to him as if he was her king. She had a soft cyan coat that looked like a sunny day's sky. The aura that surrounded her was of eagerness and joy, you can tell that she wasn’t somepony who would take things slow. She wore a gorgeous spectrum coloured dress with artificial clouds around the rim, the dress hugged her curves perfectly and framed her toned body, in a way that would heat your cheeks up in an instant. The photographer had taken the picture at the perfect momment, they had capture that sparkle in her eyes that separated her eyes, from the boring ordinary coal you would see everyday, and the extraordinary iridescent jewels. Her eyes, were the jewels glistening at every angle and inch, the light catching the very beauty of her magenta glow. They looked warm and happy together... It was the night of the Canterlot wedding.
Soarin looked at the picture, tears beginning to stream down his face, staining his cheeks. That picture was of the moments, the moments that never lasted long, the memories he wished he could relive- but then again no. He begun to clutch the picture in his hoof, as anger began to flow through his veins. How could she do this to him? He loved her, with all his heart. Was it fake? Was she just taking him just for his fame? Did she love him back? He didn’t know. All he knew was that she was gone...With his child.
He ripped the picture in half, so that it separated the two ex-lovers. The half with Soarin glided, in the air for a while, until it eventually got hooked on a tree branch. But the other half, swiftly and slowly fell to the ground. It peacefully lied in the grass, only moving a little by the soft blows of the wind. The half of the prismic mare, whose name was Rainbow Dash.
Under a mountain of bed sheets and pillows, lied the multi coloured mare. Her mane was a mess, it was sticking out in all directions and knots framed her once young and hopeful looking face. Even though she was with foal, and her abdomen was large, her overall body structure was frail, as she refused to eat. Her beautiful face was now sunken in, her eyes were red and puffy. She rocked herself, and rubbed her belly thoroughly, soothing the unborn foal and kept trying to convince herself that she made the right decision . Every night since she left him she thought about him- is he alright? Has he moved on? Does he still love me? Every night since she left she cried herself to sleep, and the hormones didn’t make it better, it only just added more to her regret. How did he so easily soar into her heart? Dash kept thinking that she was stupid, to let her guard down, to reciprocate the love he gave her. And now she had his child in her swollen belly. She was glad that she had some kind of comfort in that situation, though she still thought she was foolish but she loved him. Her heart felt sore, as if someone was squeezing it, occasionally Dash would grit her teeth, because of the pain but sometimes she felt as if she deserved it.
Soarin was her everything, her best friend, her “coach”, her lover, but he was also a Wonderbolt, one of the best fliers in all of Equestria, also one of the most busiest fliers in all Equestria. As a Wonderbolt you would have a high status, tours, shows, signings. And because Equestria is so big, the Wonderbolts barely get a break. Because of this Rainbow wouldn’t of been able to see Soarin as much as she wanted, or even at all. She thought it would be easier to leave to save herself from all the suffering, but it only did her worse it gave her the torture of losing the one she loved. She yearned for him, she wanted to be in his embrace, she wanted to hear his butter smooth voice, she wanted to see his eyes again, so she can loose herself in the meadows, filled with joy, bright verdant grass, and exquisite flowers, hidden behind his shining emeralds. She had the lust to kiss him, feel him, touch him, feel warm again. To put it into simple words, she wanted his company, his comfort. But she blew it.
She locked herself in her cloud mansion, that was beginning to crumble because of its absence of maintenance, she wanted to hide the fact that she was pregnant from friends and family, not that she was ashamed, she just didn’t want them to worry about her. Her once magnificent cloud mansion, was now grey, and ominous. The rainbow waterfalls didn’t run anymore, the intimidating, towering structure had shrunken, because of the loss of clouds. It now looked dreary, and it reflected the mood of the mare inside. Her house was a perfect metaphor for Rainbow’s lack and constantly decreasing confidence and social life.
Rainbow didn’t like feeling helpless but it was all she felt. She needed someone to lean on, she needed someone to take care of her reckless state, of course her initial thought was her friends, but again she didn’t want to worry them. She needed support. She needed Soarin. She needed his goofiness, she needed to feel hot again. With her emotions and hormones acting up, she constantly cried all night, getting no sleep at all, she knew it wasn’t healthy but she continued sobbing, loosing all liquid in her. She wished she had stayed. She wished she could smile at the thought of making life. She wished she was with Soarin – but then again, no.
Author's Note
Hope you liked this 
I had this idea in my mind for such a long time and now I'be taken my time to write this and then posted it
I take harsh critasim cause I love to improve 
Well anyways, write to ya later
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