Applejack slapped herself in the face when she saw Spike was the one that came to cheer her up. Not because it was Spike, but because the boy climbed up twenty meters up her apartment builidng when he could have taken the stairs or elevator.
But, she was glad he came. Her wish to spend time with someone was granted.
“Thanks Spike”
Applejack wiped her tears. She had been crying up a storm and Spike’s sun shined right through her. The tears vanished and reappeared again with joy. Applejack was glad to have a friend like Spike comforting her. It was just what the doctor ordered.
But, now he had to leave. Applejack was the one who was pushing the anchored male to the door.
“Applejack, what are you doing?” Spike told her as he was being guided to the door. He didn't want to leave, yet she was forcing him to.
“Rarity needs you to be there. She likes ya sugar cube. You need to tell her how ya feel.” She kept pushing him along like a large barrel.
“AJ, I can’t do it. Rarity could still have feelings for someone else.”
“Don’t say things like that. I’m sure Rarity likes ya as much as you like her.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“I’m Applejack, no need to worry about me.” Applejack chuckled and told her friend with confidence.
“But AJ what if,”
SLAM
That was the end of it. Spike saw the door slam in his face. He followed her advice and left to go to the party. He just hoped that Applejack will be alright without him.
AJ, meanwhile, had locked the door behind her and slide down. A smile brushed across her face. Her present had finally been wrapped and given. She was content with the results.
“Well, I hope I helped them along.”
Applejack’s night was complete and was ready for bed. She stretched her body and walked the path to her bedroom. Before the country girl could sleep, along the corner of her eye, she saw Spike’s heart box he made for Rarity. The cowgirl chuckled and walked back to the middle of the living room.
“That boy, he forgot the music box.”
AJ opened it hearing the tune that was meant for Rarity’s ears. It had such a lovely tune. Applejack could imagine Spike and Rarity dancing in a ballroom. The two would stare into each other’s eyes and hold onto one another. Then, the dance would end with a kiss of their love.
Out of nowhere, Applejack felt droplets on her arm. It wasn’t from the sky, AJ made sure that there were no leaks in the apartment. It wasn't from any cup or glass. The source of the water was from Applejack's own eyes. This confused her. She supported Rarity and Spike's relationship. Yet, why was she crying? Was it tears of joy, for some reason that wasn't the case.
“Oh yeah,” Applejack realized as she softly brushed the tears off.
“Those two will be together. They'll be the perfect couple.”
“They’ll be together when they are a couple. That also means that I can’t hang out with Spike like I usually do.”
“I can’t be by his side.” Applejack imagined church bells ringing. With the doors pushed, a couple walks hand and hand towards her. The man in the suit was spike and his lovely bride in white was Rarity. They ran past her and off to start their new lives together.
“She’ll be the one that holds his hand. She’ll be the one to walk up close to him. She’ll be the one to tend to him, while he calms her down. She’ll be the one to hear his stories. She’ll be the one who cringes at his jokes. Applejack will just stare at the couple at a distant.”
“I can’t…I can’t….I can’t…” Applejack repeated as the tears flowed down once more. “…BEAR THAT!”
Applejack couldn’t let this happen. As much as she wanted to see Rarity’s happiness, Applejack wanted to be the one by Spike’s side. She wanted to be the one holding his hand. She wanted to be the one that he marries. She wanted to be the one calms him down when he is sad or lonely. She wanted to be his rock. She wanted the love that belongs to Rarity.
“SPIKE,” Applejack ran out from the stairwells and traveled lower and lower. She didn’t want to be too late.
When she ran outside, the boy was never seen. He was miles away from her. His heart was prepared. It would begin to soar. It would fly away without Applejack’s realization.
She was too late.
The apple farmer collapsed on the ground with streams of water floating down her face. “Spike…”
AJ repeated his name over and over again. Her heart cracked bit by bit until it was finally shattered. She knelled down to the ground cupping her hands to her face. There was no hope now. There was no way for her to tell Spike how she really felt. Her new dream would have to be just like that. Just a dream.
Upon the distant, Rarity was on her way to the party. She was on her way to tell of her feelings for Spike. For her Spikey Wikey, Rarity would put off her fears.
However, Rarity saw Applejack crying her eyes out. She heard AJ’s words about Spike.
It was out in the open. It was out for her to hear. AJ was in love with Spike.
Rarity could only stand there hearing her friend in agonizing pain. She wasn’t able to comfort Applejack. The only way that Applejack would be healed is either she forgets her feelings for Spike and move on or Spike confesses to Applejack. Either way, someone was going to get hurt.
“Oh dear,” Rarity sadly sighed.
The decision was all up to her and she already knew how this all had to end.
Author's Note
I don't own the right to My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is owned by Hasbro.
Sorry i haven't been in a good mood lately. I have been feeling very down lately and i am not sure if i am feeling alright. I just wanted to see how this fanfic did. It was inspired by the Realization scene in the Anime Toradora. I wanted to start with something small before i would try to return to my fanfics.
If you like it then thank you.
If you don't then, that's okay too.
Tell me your thoughts on this one. I know it's not too much, but i tried to stretch it out as much as i could.
If you want to know the song in the music box it's Once upon a December.
Link if you want to hear this in music form: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9qgtga5mz0)
Until then, i hope to see you guys later, if i am not too sad of course.
