Ghosts in Love

Sweetie skipped out of her house and onto the lane. She was feeling good this morning. Especially after her sister's reaction to her comment about Twilight. She was, again, so lost in thought that she ran into her. Yes, her. Night Song.

"Oh!" Night Song whipped her head around and almost hit Sweetie. "Oh, gosh! Again, I'm sorry".

"I was lost in thought again". Sweetie mumbled with a smile.

"Oh, that happens to me all the time". Night Song said.

Sweetie smiled and decided to follow Night Song to school. Scootaloo was announcing who made the track team out at the course and Apple Bloom was finishing some sort of apple thing with her family so Sweetie sat down with Night Song. Night Song chose a particularly shade-giving tree and sat down. It was across the schoolyard from the trio's tree which made Sweetie wonder how she had never seen her before.

"I'm good at disappearing". Night's comment jolted through Sweetie's thoughts.

"Most introverts practice that skill. Y'know, fading into a setting so that no one sees them".

"I know".

Sweetie looked up at Night Song and saw that a stray beam of light was falling through the branches of the trees. It had landed right across Night's face, giving her eyes the hint of light that they needed to match the color of the angel in Sweetie's dream. She smiled a bit and saw Night smile back. The golden light of the morning sun glinted off of Night's eyes, making it hard for Sweetie to take her eyes off of them.

"How can you disappear when you're just so noticeable"?

"Huh". Night replied.

"I mean, you're so beautiful, and yet you just fade right into the crowd."

Night blushed profusely.

"Well you do too, and you're no less lovely than me". Night said with a smile, making Sweetie Belle's cheeks redden.

"When I was little, I got easily overwhelmed by crowds. My parents and siblings were so the opposite. Whenever we went somewhere and I got claustrophobic, I just closed my eyes and pretended I was flying above all of them. I would imagine that I was a thousand feet above them, not able to hear a word they say. Except, I could. I would always keep my ears sort of on so that I could still listen and observe. This made me great at observing people. I can read emotions through facial expressions and tone of voice. Even by the way someone stands."

"Wow." Sweetie had always felt the same way, but it wasn't a conscious choice to tune out. She just did if she was tired of a conversation. "You're amazing".

"And so are you".

Night Song took Sweetie's hand. Her fingers were warm from laying a milky puddle of sunlight under the tree. It sent shivers of buttery warmth through Sweetie's body making her shudder a bit in delight. Two ghosts sitting under a tree. Watching the world go by without anyone even knowing. Two introverts reading people like they were story books and waiting for their next move to be made. Sitting, holding hands, crisscrossed by sheaths of fall light, contorting their faces into glimmering shapes. Mixing and melting all of their colors together into one pool of golden sunlight. If anyone had looked that way to see the two ghosts watching them, they might have only seen the sun-patterned tree behind them.