A Week in the Life of Shattered Heart

It’s a seemingly uneventful Monday in October. I cry softly on the outskirts of Everfree Forest. My gray muzzle is soaked with tears. As my chestnut mane sways in the cool autumn breeze, my wings stay tucked as I sit beneath a tall tree. “This is it,” I murmur to nopony in particular. I reminisce.

My whole life has been a tragedy in the making. When I was a filly, I lost my whole family to an unknown illness. They coughed up their viscera as I watched from the window… and cried. After I lost them, it didn’t get any better. I ran away from Fillydelphia. Not being able to find a home, I had to live on the streets. I was ruthlessly bullied by the other foals because I couldn’t fly (I still can’t). Miss Cheerilee did nothing.

As I return to the present, I sob beneath that tree for what seems like an eternity. I look over and see a white rabbit as I slide a small piece of silver over my wrist. Everything goes dark…

I wake up in a cottage. My wrist is bandaged up, and I spot a yellow pegasus with cyan eyes and a pink mane.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay,” she sighs, “you shouldn’t do this to yourself.”

“Wh-who are you?”

“My name is Fluttershy,” she says, placing her hoof in mine.

“I’m Shattered Heart.”

“Why did you cut yourself?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” I retort.

“You poor thing,” she says, placing a soft kiss on my forehead and drying my tears, “you need help. Do you feel dizzy?”

“A little.”

“I’ll get you something to eat,” Fluttershy smiles, trotting to the kitchen.

It seems like only minutes before a plate of hay-and-daisy salad and a small teacup is on a table in front of me.

“Tea?”

“I guess so.”

“Would you like some green tea?”

“Whatever.”

She pours the green tea into my cup and helps me sit down on the couch. “So, where are you from?”

“Fillydelphia.”

“Ah,” she says, “I’ve heard it’s scary there.”

“It can be.”

“You seem like a very nice pony, Shattered Heart,” Fluttershy blushes, her wings spreading.

I feel something in my heart… it feels warm and fuzzy… is it… happiness?

“I know you’ve got your own troubles,” she continues, “but… would you be interested in… being my, um, special somepony?”

My wings open. I look over and nod ‘yes.’

She smiles, embracing me. I hear a cute noise… a soft squee.

I plant a lighthearted kiss on her muzzle. I tuck my wings in and whisper, “Thank you.”

She wraps one wing around me and smiles even more.

I bury my head in her light pink mane and close my eyes… and I smile my first smile.