Sight

by Hot Dog Jones

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Romance, Original Character, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 25479

Daylight, a blind pony, has an empty life at Canterlot Magic School until he meets Twilight Sparkle.

Daylight. What an ironic name for a blind pony. Ugh.. Yeah, that's me. Nothing's really special about me, except I'm enrolled at Canterlot Magic Academy, I'm picked on a lot, and, well.. I'm legally blind. I'm different. The other ponies don't exactly cope with it.. Except for one.. Twilight Sparkle.

Published 2012-07-20 00:34:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-26 00:35:23 UTC

Don't Look At Me

I ran through the streets of Canterlot, stumbling over my cane every few steps. A small voice in my head kept telling me I should go back, but my conscience couldn’t overpower my feelings. I had lived with that woman for ten years. For that ten years, she was the nicest, happiest mare I knew. And then she had to screw everything up.

I could only guess how many eyes stared at me on my way to Canterlot Magic Academy. But I didn’t care. I had to get there, I had to see her, and I had to tell her what was going on. I had to tell somepony. And I had to tell somepony who cared.

At least, I thought she cared. She seemed sincere when she talked to me, and treated me as an equal. An equal. Most ponies either picked on me or pitied me, but Twilight Sparkle? She made it seem as if it were nothing. But was it nothing after all? Was it always? It never seemed so to other ponies.

I sighed and tried to wipe the thoughts from my head as I stood at the enormous front doors of CMA. Students were still wandering the halls, taking late classes and using extra time to study. It felt silly to me, using your spare time to study magic. At least, it was for me personally. I knew my special talent was guitar, so what use would studying magic do? Sure, I could learn something cool, but what would be the use? I don’t have the time and money for that. Or at least, my family doesn’t..

I entered the library and tried to take my thoughts off of home. Instead, now I was wondering why I came here. Of any place I could have gone, I went to the school library to see Twilight Sparkle, the school egghead. Somehow, she seemed like.. more than that, though. I was never really sure. She actually respected me. And she was actually nice to me.

But now my question was, why? She never really had friends herself, and I’m sure she was more interested in her books than she was in me. So.. why?

“Hey, Daylight!”

Oh ponyfeathers why am I here.

I stepped up to the desk. “Uh, hey, Twilight,” I stammered, giving a light smile.

“You ready to go then?” Twilight said happily.

I paused. “I thought you had to work or something.”

“No, I had someone cover for me, seeing as I was getting a visit from a certain pony,” Twilight remarked with a laugh.

I chuckled nervously and followed the sound of her hoofsteps. “So.. Where exactly are we going, then?”

“Just to a little coffee shop in town. You drink coffee, right?”

I scratched the back of my head with a free hoof. “Uh, not really.. I’ve only had it once or twice. I could never really afford it.”

“Everyone who can afford Canterlot Magic School can probably afford the occasional cup of coffee, wouldn’t you say?” She laughed. Celestia, I love that laugh.

I shrugged and gave another nervous chuckle. What I said was half true. Yes, I’ve had coffee, and yes, I’ve had the money for it at times, but I’ve never really liked the taste. Then why was I buying it now?

Before I could object, Twilight was at the counter. “Hey there, Pony Joe. Two coffees, please,” she said, placing some bits on the bar with a clink.

Pony Joe accepted the currency and went to work pouring our drinks. “Hey, do you want me to help pay for that, or-“

“No way, Day. I invited you, after all. Besides, you might not be able to afford it,” she teased.

“Two coffees,” grunted Pony Joe as he placed the two cups in front of us. Twilight gave a quick thank you and picked up one of the cups with her magic, sipping it slowly. I did likewise, tasting the first sip of the bitter drink I hadn’t had for years. Twilight started moving again and I followed, eventually sitting down at a table.

“So what’s up with that, anyway?” she said, setting down her coffee.

I gave her an inquisitive look. “What’s up with what?”

“The whole ‘not affording it’ thing.”

“Oh,” I muttered, “That. Well, it could end up being a bit of a long story.”

“I’ve got time,” she said, I’m sure with a playful smirk on her face. That was Twilight, alright.

“Okay, okay.. But just warning you, it’s a tear-jerker.”

“Try me,” she laughed.

***

Let me start off by saying that I’ve been blind my whole life. I’ve never seen anything. At all. I can only really piece together what ponies look like, let alone faces. I don’t know what colors are, I’ll never be able to see famous works of art or popular architecture- My life is sort of empty in that way.

My family was good for filling in the holes in my existence, though. I loved music, and I still do. The first music I ever heard was my sister, Turntable, singing. She has a beautiful voice, and she loved to sing to me. That is, until things changed..

When I had finally grown to age 10, my parents gave me a guitar for my birthday. Of course, I was ecstatic, and learned how to play it right away. I taught myself basic chords and eventually worked up to more complicated things. My parents never spared the money for a teacher, even though they could. But that was fine with me. I’d rather have my family’s money spent on something useful.

But just a year after, everything changed. Not for the better, either.. Everything got a whole lot worse.

My mother decided to leave.

None of us knew why. She didn’t leave a note, or tell us anything; she just took her things and left. After that, my life was much more difficult.. My mother was a main provider for the family. She worked as an architect- something she studied long and hard for, and brought in a lot of money. We trusted on her to put our food on the table.

Then she left, and my father had no idea what to do. He never went through school. He was an earth pony, so he couldn’t be hired for a flying or magic job. He was in a dead end, and had nothing left to hold onto..

Then, weeks later, he..

***

I broke into sobs and thrust my head onto the table, letting my tears flow down my face. “You know, you don’t have to finish if you-“ Twilight said, but I interrupted her.

“No, no, it’s okay. Just.. give me a minute.”

I wiped my tears, and continued with the story.

***

He killed himself. He left us a note, saying he couldn’t exist without our mother, and that he hoped for the best for us. We inherited the house and all of his belongings, but we couldn’t stay in the house we were in. It was too big and expensive.

So me and my 19 year old sister bought a new house, a small place where we live now. It’s not much, but it’s still home. Turntable took several jobs on to provide for us, and I begged in the streets with my guitar. It was always barely enough to keep me in magic school along with providing for us.

I’ve hated my mother ever since she left. If it weren’t for her, my dad wouldn’t have died, and we would still be together.. We would still be happy. But now, everything just ended up wrong..

***

I ended the horrid story. It was terrible to say, but for some reason, it felt good to get off my chest. I had never told anypony about my life before, and I never expected it would be Twilight Sparkle I would first tell it to.

Twilight didn’t say anything. I decided to break the silence myself, with something I didn’t really want to announce. Things are harder to forget if you talk about them. “That’s not the end..”

“It’s not?” the bookworm said in surprise.

“There’s something else..” I said, taking a pause in my speaking. “My mother.. Just came back today. I was so mad and frustrated, I ran straight to the library. And now I have no idea what to do.” I rested my head on the table once more, covering it with my hooves. “I never asked for this. I never expected it..”

I heard Twilight get up from her seat, I’m sure still gazing at me. She sighed briefly before whispering at me, “Come with me.” I got up from my cushion and followed her hoofsteps, leaving my coffee- I wasn’t going to drink it anyway.

We stepped out of the café onto the streets of Canterlot. It was getting late, and ponies were scurrying home to their families and a hot meal.. but it seems Twilight Sparkle had every other idea in the world than going home. She pulled me into a corner, out of earshot from passersby, and whispered to me, “Listen. I’m going to show you something extremely secret, but I’m going to trust you won’t tell anypony.”

“Why would you trust me? You hardly just met me,” I said in surprise.

“Because, well, who are you going to tell?” she said coyly.

Well, she has a point there.. She grabbed me by the hoof and pulled me away from the corner, back into the city streets. “Now come on, we’ve only got a bit of a trip to the north.”

“..But the north is where the castle is,” I inquired.

She laughed. “Exactly. Now let’s get going.” Twilight continued walking, and I followed behind, thinking. Heh, Twilight sure is a strange pony. I mean, seriously, she pulls me out for a coffee, then drags me to-

Hey, wait a minute.

She held my hoof.

A smile went across my face.

***

“Twilight, can’t you just-“

“No.”

“C’mon, just a hint?”

“I’ll tell you when we get there! Now hurry up, it’s almost night as it is.”

Twilight had dragged me off of the city streets and into a large building, but I couldn’t quite tell what it was. The only things I knew where it had lots of rooms, and too many stairs to count.. My hooves are killing me.

I had pestered Twilight for a hint as to where we were, but she said she would tell when we were “actually there,” as she put it.. She was nice, but stubborn as a mule. One of her quirks, I guess. And Celestia knows she had a lot of them.

“Alright, stop,” she said to me, sitting me down on a chair. “We’re here.”

“We’re where, Twi?”

“We’re in the Canterlot Musical Hall.”

I stood up suddenly, almost pushing the chair completely over. “The Canterlot Music Hall? THE Canterlot Music Hall?! The place where every famous pony musician, from Johnny Colt to Marilyn Maneroe has performed?”

She laughed at my excitement. “Yep, you’re on the very stage they all stood on.”

I glared at her. “I’m on the stage?! Sweet Celestia’s hairpiece, this is amazing! How did you ever get let in here?” My heart skipped a beat as I trotted across the hollow stage, feeling the same ground that my idols had stood on.

Twilight paused, and put a hoof on my shoulder to stop me. “That’s the thing..” I paused as well. I knew whatever she said next, it was important. “Daylight, you can’t tell anypony this, okay?”

I nodded, awaiting whatever piece of news she had to give me. “..Have you heard those rumors around school that I work under the princess?”

I nodded again. “Yeah.. What about them?”

She let out a nervous chuckle before continuing. “Well, they’re sort of.. true.”

I stared at her, wide eyed. “Wow.. So you really do work under Celestia.. Do you like, live in the castle and everything?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice changing tone, “It’s not really that big a deal or anything, I-“

“Not that big a deal?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “That seems like a pretty big deal to me.”

She sighed, and there was a silence. I put my head down and looked at the ground I could never see. The ground that all my heroes, along with Celestia herself, had trampled on. And now the ground me and Twilight had trampled on..

I looked back up to Twilight, ending the silence. “Is it amazing?”

“Is what amazing?”

“Studying under the princess, living in the castle, having all the access to this,” I said into the hall, letting my voice echo through the walls.

Twilight sighed once again. “..Not as much as you would think, Day.”

I took my unseeing gaze from the hall to Twilight, acknowledging her as she talked. “See, it’s a restricting life. I’m not allowed to do anything outside the castle grounds, I hardly ever see the town at all, unless I’m at school, so.. This, what we’re doing now,” she said, her voice taking on a warm feel, “It’s nice. It really is.”

I smiled, and I’m sure Twilight was smiling too. Celestia, I bet she has a beautiful smile.. But how can she not be beautiful? She’s so nice, and ponyfeathers, she works under the princess herself..

“Oohhhh, horseapples.”

“What is it, Twilight?”

Another voice shouted out through the hall, but not the sweet voice of Twilight Sparkle. “Horseapples is right, twerps.”

Oh, shit! It’s-

“That’s right, no need to applaud, it’s just me, your favorite pony, Tough Stuff,” the black coated pony said, drawing closer to us from the side stage door.

Twilight was the first to speak up. “What do you want from us?”

He chuckled that sinister chuckle of his, chilling me to my bones. “Oh, nothing,” he said in a sing song voice, toying with us, “Just a little birdie told me you and your coltfriend here went this way, so I thought I’d check it out.”

I stepped towards him, trying to fend him off. “Look, Tough Stuff. We don’t need any of your crap right now.” I poked him with a hoof, showing I wasn’t afraid to fight. “Just stay away from us, there’s no need to go being a jerk.”

He pushed my hoof away, once again laughing and playing with his prized switchblade. I gave him the meanest look I could, when he suddenly stopped. He glared at me, flashing his invisible to me, but still existent, magenta eyes.

“Or is there?”

He flipped open the blade, making an audible “swipe.”

Oh no.. Oh dear sweet Celestia, no!

He must have seen the horrified look on my face. “Hehe, what’s a’ matter, blindy? Afraid of a little knife?”

Tough Stuff knew of my fear of knives. I don’t know how, but he did. And it was terrifying.

The image of my father, wrists covered in blood, came back to my mind.

I froze, not saying anything, but just glaring, mouth open in shock, in Tough Stuff’s direction. In the knife’s direction. “Day, are you-“ Twilight said, but my fear interrupted her for me.

“DON’T LOOK AT ME!” I yelled, pushing her away and running for the door. I shoved it open and ran through the street, my eyes and face covered in tears. I heard Twilight yelling my name behind me, but I didn’t dare turn back. I couldn’t turn back. Every time I heard that steel..

I’m so useless.

***

My father was a good pony. Never hurt anyone, always did his part to help the community.. He was a stallion worthy of praise. He looked after his children while his wife went away to work, making sure the golden voiced angel and the poor blind colt didn’t go anywhere.

It was too bad he couldn’t be here now.

I was in a Canterlot alleyway, sobbing my eyes out. It had almost touched me. It could have cut me.

Could have killed me.

“Daylight? Is that you?” a familiar voice belonging to a purple unicorn said. I looked away from her, burying my face in my hooves. “A-are you okay?”

I felt her rest one of her hooves on my head, comforting me. I stayed silent, letting Twilight speak once again. “It’s okay, he didn’t hurt me or anything. He’s just a bully, that’s all-“

“It’s not him,” my voice finally rang through the alley. Twi pulled back in surprise.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s the..” My voice tapered off, but I willed it back. “I-it’s the k-knife,” I sniffed, trying to hide my tears. “I…” I didn’t have anything more to say. I just dug my face back into my waiting arms.

“Oh.. Do you have aichmophobia?” I gave Twilight a puzzled look. “Uh.. Fear of knives,” she chuckled.

It was another Sparkle quirk, and it made me smile. I figured I could tell her, I mean.. It was Twilight. I had already told her quite a lot.

When I was eleven years old..

***

My father was out of money and out of luck. His wife had left him, his child was blind, and he had nowhere to go.

Nowhere to go but death’s door.

He went into his room, barricaded the door, and stayed in there for the entire day. It wasn’t clear what happened until we broke it down later that day..

My father was on the ground- cold, dead, and covered in blood. I felt his fur, still covered in dried fluids, and cried at his limp figure for hours. It was the worst day of my life.

When the police came, they found no evidence except two things.

A note and a knife.

Thoughts

“Wha- huh?”

I awoke in the same alley I fell asleep in.. Or at least, I thought I fell asleep in. And I thought it was the same alley. Ugh. I wiped the dried tears off my face and attempted to get up from my lying position, but.. Something was in the way. I felt the figure above me.

Correction- Somepony.

I jerked back in surprise. What? Who was.. My mind went blank as I tried to wriggle out from the pony’s grasp. Whoever it was, they were really grabbing me tight, as a sort of hug. Failing to bring myself from the arms of my captive, I attempted a different approach.

I poked the limp, snoring form. “Uh.. H-hey, you awake?”

The pony woke up, and I heard the familiar voice of my newly gained friend. “H-wha,” Twilight said, waking from her deep sleep. “Oh, h-hi there, Day,” she greeted, blushing as she released her death-grip from my body and awkwardly got off of me.

“So, um.. Yeah,” I said back, getting up and trying to stifle my own blush. There was a silence, both of us standing there, our faces red. I decided to end it by saying, “Hey, listen, um.. Thank you.” I smiled at the purple pony, who seemed to have an unsure look.

“Thanks for what?” she questioned with a chuckle.

“Thanks for, well, listening. You’re the only pony who’s really listened to me before.. None of the other ponies even talk to me, so..” I looked at the floor. “And thanks for, y’know, last night. It was all great before Tough Stuff showed up.. I really enjoyed it before that.”

Twilight could only smile at what I had said. “Yeah, I did too.. It’s too bad I couldn’t have shown you the rest of the castle or anything, it’s-“ She froze. “Oh, shit!” she said before putting a hoof to her mouth, embarrassed by her swearing. “I’ve got to go, Celestia is gonna kill me!”

“Wha-“ was all I could get out before she continued her worry.

“My curfew! Luna’s space suit, my curfew! Oh, jeez-“ She turned to me and stopped her panicking temporarily. “I.. have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, Day, okay?” She pulled me into a quick hug, making me blush for the second time that morning, and then ran off through the alley.

“Hey, w-wait!” I yelled after her, but it was too late. Twilight had already gone, on her way to the glamorous castle in which she resided. “Damn.. Where am I going to go now?” I said to myself, lying back down on the ground in my new state of loneliness.

***

Unfortunately unknown to me, my sister was looking for me.

“Daaaaay! Daylight! Where are you, you..” my dear sister Turntable yelled in the streets of Canterlot, then changing to a mumble so nopony could hear her profanities. She was always a caring mare, looking after her brother, and even her father when the need arose. She was still young, but very wise, and it tended to shine through in her personality.

But when she lost her temper, she really.. lost it.

“Oh, Daylight, I am gonna kill you when you get back,” she said quietly to herself. “Running away from mom like that, and now hiding. You’re just great.” Noticing her rage, a poor soul decided to come up and talk to her.

“Uh, miss, are you okay, or-“

“NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, SMART ASS!” she yelled. The stallion cowered in fear. Turntable gasped, realizing what she had said, then returned to her natural daintiness. “I-I mean, yes, I’m fine, thank you. Please, sir, tell me- Did you see a yellow pony with glasses and a cane pass by here?” She gave the scared pony a bright smile, hoping she could get an answer from somepony.

The caramel colored stallion stayed in his hunched, scared position, but pointed to a nearby alley slowly.

“Thank you!” Turntable exclaimed cheerily, trotting to the point in which the pony described. He said nothing, but just backed away slowly, his face still showing obvious fear.

***

I paced around the alley, thinking of what to do next. The pacing didn’t help, but it seemed to come naturally in my conflicting emotions. I should go home, but I can’t go home.. I can’t go back to Twilight, and I don’t have classes today..

“NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, SMART ASS!”

What in Celestia’s mane was that?

“DAYLIIIIGHT!”

Oh no.

My sister had seen me, and she was maaaaaaaaad. Ulp. I ran the opposite way down the alley, but was stopped by a dead end. It was too late to go back. I had to face my angry sister, and take it like a stallion. And that’s exactly what I planned to do.

I heard her hoofsteps coming towards me. I faced her and tried to look confident as possible, standing up straight and putting on a serious look. Little did I know what she was going to do next.

She kicked me in the balls.

She reared back and nailed me, right where it hurt the most. I clutched my stomach and fell over, grimacing in pain. “T-turn.. What the h-hell,” I managed to push out in a much higher than usual voice, shots of pain rushing through me with every blood-pumping heartbeat.

“'What the hell?!' That’s what I should be saying to you, you.. Jeez. You run away from me and mom, not returning, we were both worried sick! We thought you would come back later, but no! You have to fucking wait until..” She stopped with a sigh, noticing my pain and calming herself. “Here,” she said, offering a hoof to help me up.

I took it, one hoof still on my stomach. That filly could really kick.. With a lot of pain, I finally got back on all fours. Finding my cane and giving a nod to my sister, I followed her back through the alley. I knew where we would have to go, and I knew I wouldn’t like it.

***

“Turntable, do I have to?”

“Yes, you do. I know it’s hard, I know she’s the cause of everything, but you have to. Now get in there and talk to her.”

“..But Turn-“

“Daylight, this is your mother we’re talking about here. You can’t just avoid her your whole life. You can be mad at her, Luna knows I am, but you have to accept her back.”

I sighed. Deep inside, I knew my sister was right. But my outside didn’t want to take it. That was one of my problems. I was stubborn. If you betrayed me, you didn’t come back. And my mother had.

After trying all I could to convince her, I gave in and stepped into the house. My mother called to me from the living room. “..Day, you’re back.”

I nodded at her, stepping through the door frame that separated us. “Are you.. mad?”

She looked at me sincerely. I could tell she was staring straight into my eyes, and I could tell her next words would be serious. “I.. understand. I left you, I caused your father’s death, I caused you two to live.. A much worse life than you should of. So, no. I’m not angry. I’m just... sad.”

“Sad? About what?”

“Sad you’ll..” She paused, and I heard a sob. “I’m sad you’ll never be able to forgive me,” my mother said before breaking into tears. She buried her face in her hooves, crying. I could do nothing but stand and witness it.

Things didn’t used to be like this.. We used to be happy..

I knew I had to ask her. And I knew I was dreading the answer. But I needed to know.

“Mom.. Why did you leave?”

The question hung in the air. My mother still let out sobs, and I stood next to her, waiting.

“Day.. I can’t..”

“Mom, I’m sorry, but I have to know,” I shot, my tone becoming more serious with every word.

She wiped her tears and let out a sigh. “You never understood, Daylight. One day you might, but you still don’t.”

I gave her a glare. “What don’t I understand?”

“You have to realize,” she began, letting out another sob, “I wasn’t in the best of places when I left.. and I’m still not..”

“And?”

“I’m sorry.. It was a lot of things, really, but what pushed it over the edge was..”

I finished her sentence for her. “Me.”

She trotted over to me and placed a hoof on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Daylight, but it was nothing at all personal.. I just.. I couldn’t..”

“Couldn’t what?” I shot at her, pushing away her hoof.

She flinched and took a step back, surprised at my behavior. When she had regained herself, she said, “I couldn’t stand to see you fail.”

I stared at her for a moment, processing what she said. Couldn’t stand to see me fail? What was that supposed to mean? “W-what do you-“

“I know it sounds absurd. But I knew what you were going through. You were never social, staying cooped up in your room with your guitar. I knew your life would only go downhill, but you didn’t notice it..”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. Not only was it insulting me, but it was surprising me. I had never heard my mother speak this way. “N-no.. That can’t be true.. You had high hopes for me! You always told me how well things were going for me, you encouraged me every day..”

“I know.. But that’s not what I really felt. I was a fool, Day. But it was only because of how much I cared for you.”

I fell back on a chair, feeling like I was going to faint. Resting my head on my hoof, I muttered, “So you’re telling me that everything.. Dad’s death, us living in poverty.. Is because of me?”

“Daylight, it’s not like that! It’s just-“

“No, it is. I know it, you know it, Turn knows it, and Celestia knows dad did.” I took a pause, sucking in a deep breath. When I let it out, it seemed more like a shudder. “I’ve always been the odd pony out of this family. I don’t.. I don’t belong here.”

“Don’t say that, of course you belong here! You’re my son, I raised you, I-“

“Mom, I need to move away.”

My mother stared at me in surprise. “Move away? But Day, you’re only barely legal age, and you don’t have the funds, and..” She tapered off, desperate to say something to make me change my mind.

I shook my head. “Legal age is legal age, mom. And I can find the funds. I can get a job. And besides, it’ll show you I can actually handle things on my own for once.”

She simply stood looking at me in a mixture of disappointment and worry. My mom was extremely protective of me since the day I was born, and now, here I was requesting- no, demanding to leave and live by myself. She must have been extremely concerned, if not angry, for having me do such a thing. Yet there we stood, as still as the room’s silence.

“Son, if you have any respect for my concerns and opinions, you won’t leave.”

“I’m sorry, mom, but I can’t have you controlling my life. Every bird has to leave the nest at some point.”

I had made my stand. Being my stubborn self, I knew I couldn’t let my mother restrict me any longer, and if she tried to, I had all the right to reject it. Instead of hearing any response she could make, I turned around and headed straight for my room. Walking up the stairs, I heard my mother call out, “Where are you going?!”

I looked back with a smug smile. “To start packing.”

Dear Celestia I was an idiot back then.

***

“So what, you’re just leaving?!”

“Eeyup.”

“Just, no question, hightailing it?”

“Eeyup.”

My sister laughed. “I always knew you were crazy, lil’ bro,” she joked, pointing a hoof at me.

“You say crazy, but I think this is the sanest thing I’ve ever done,” I replied with a grin.

Note: It wasn’t.

“Well, I hope everything turns out okay for you.”

Note: It didn’t.

My sister changed her tone to a much more serious one. “Day.. If you ever need help, you know where I am, okay? Mom’ll be here too, but I can always give you a place to stay or some bits or-“

“I’ll be alright, sis, really,” I said, giving Turntable a sincere smile.

There was a silence. I continued packing, and my sister observed and made the occasional comment.

“Hey, Day?” I looked at her, and she cocked an eyebrow. “Is this about a girl?”

I stepped back in surprise. “N-no! How did..”

Turn laughed to herself. “Ponies do crazy things for love, Daylight. I would call this crazy.”

“I’m not in love!” I protested, my face getting hot. “She’s just a friend! And this has nothing to do with her!”

My sister laughed once again. “Riiiight.. So, what, are you going to live with her? Gonna go rent a cottage in the city? Gonna get maaaaarried?” she teased, making faces and kissy noises.

“S-shut up!” I said, my blush getting stronger. “It’s not like that, okay? I’m living on my own, and we barely even just met!”

Turntable nudged me with an elbow. “Ah, but you still love her, don’t you?” I made no response, making the decision to simply stand there red-faced.. It's true, what they say- In every joke, there's a nugget of truth. “Alright, well, have fun with that, little bro,” she said, patting me on the back, “I’m gonna turn in. Night.” With that, she left me to pack in peace.

Not that I could pack in peace, though. Everything Turntable had said was rushing through my mind a mile a minute. I mean, I was living on my own, right? And Twilight was just a friend, right? Then there’s no problem, I thought to myself. You’ll go find a job and a place tomorrow after school, and that’ll be that. No sweat.

Pushing my troubles out of mind, I decided to finish packing in the morning. I was tired from the eventful day, and I could use the extra rest. Besides, tomorrow would be another huge, packed day. I mean, I was going to go prepare to live on my own, after all.

I let that sink in for a moment. Soon, my entire life was going to change. I wouldn’t be living comfortably anymore, I would be supporting myself. I would need a job. I would need to do everything on my own, totally alone.

Just the thought scared me. But then I remembered the words I spoke only a few hours before- “Every bird needs to leave the nest some time.” And I guessed I was right.. But I wasn’t sure.

I shrugged it off and hopped into bed. After all..

I had a big day ahead of me.

AN: Well, here it is, everyone! The third chapter of Sight. Thanks for being patient with me, my writer's block has been huge lately. Next chapter should be here within two weeks.

Big shout out to my new pre-reader, Little Storm Cloud. Go give him favorites and watches and huggles. Couldn't do it without you, broseph.

Just Act Casual

I loved dreams.

In a way, dreams were the biggest part of my life. Some ponies say dreams are a gateway to an outer world, a place where anything can happen. But that’s not why I liked dreams.

Dreams were my gateway to the actual world.

Yes, I could see in my dreams. Well, actually, I could imagine in my dreams. I had no knowledge of what the world actually looked like, so in turn, I had to imagine it. And what an imagination I had.

I was in the Canterlot Music Hall, the very same place I was two nights ago. The vast hall seemed to expand for miles, the broad red curtains on the stage parted and to the sides. And I was looking down on a cheering, apparently abstract audience, guitar in my hooves.

I sat on a stool in the middle of the stage, my ears being filled with the cheers of ponies. I gave a casual wave, smiling at the crowd. Their yelling and stamping turned into a chant. “Play-a-song! Play-a-song!”

Smiling and placing my guitar across my lap, I thought of a good song to play. Before I could even get my train of thought going, a filly in the audience yells a certain song title. The thousands of ponies yell in agreement, clopping hooves and yelling in joy.

I started to sweat. I had never even heard of that song, much less knew how it went. How was I supposed to play it for this crowd?

I opened my mouth to speak, but suddenly, a line of text appeared in my vision. I peered at it, none of the other ponies seeming to take notice of it.

It was a chord above a song lyric.

Praying this was some sort of miracle and not a trick, I played the chord and began to sing.

“Boy, never settle down,

Don’t stay in the same places

Too long

You’ll find that

You’ll be fine

If you never tie yourself

To nothing

‘cause when life

Becomes a tendency

You’re dependent

It’s time to move along

Sail to another place

Where no one knows your face

And there’s no

Risk of loving

No

Mmm, mmm mmm

Mmm, mm mm mmm

Boy, if you knew what’s best

For you you’d address your need to

Be accepted

By others who don’t care

‘Bout nothin’ but their

Own sense

of pride

‘Cause too many people live

Dying to be heard

But never

Get the message

Try listening instead

To the words unsaid

That often

Seem to hide

Ooh, ooh ooh

Ooh, oh oh ooh

Oh, oh oh, oh, ooh

Keep

Moving on

Moving on

Moving on

Oh, oh, ooh oh oh oh

Boy, never settle down

Don’t stay in the same places

Too long.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and I sighed in relief. I had played the right song.

At that moment, in the midst of the crowd’s applause, all the ponies disappeared. The entire audience vanished, and instead, one pony was placed right in front of me.

She was a light purple unicorn.

More text appeared in my vision, this time not a song, but only three words. I looked at them in surprise, pondering whether I should say them or not.

Before I could say anything, Twilight spoke instead. “You said you had something to tell me, Daylight?” she said with a smile.

“I-I.. I lo-“

***

“Wah!” I yelled as I awoke. My breathing was heavy, and my body was covered in sweat.

What was that?!

I didn’t just dream about that.. Did I?

“Ooooh, no no, oh Celestia no,” I muttered to myself, hooves on my head in frustration. “I am not. No I’m not. That won’t happen, so stop thinking it will. She would never..” I stopped myself, realizing what I had said. “Ugh, no! You don’t love her!”

“Don’t love who, little bro?” It was Turntable, being her teasing self again, standing right outside my door. “Your marefrieeeeeeeend?” She broke into a fit of giggles.

I groaned, picking up my pillow and throwing it at her. I heard her catch it, and she threw it straight back at me, colliding it with my face. I heard her voice once again. “Heh, you’ll have to be faster than that if you wanna impress girls, Day.” And with that final comment, the soft clop of her hooves accompanied her down the hallway.

With my sister gone, I continued my self berating as I got ready. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll just get your stuff, go to school, avoid her all day, then spend the rest of the day looking for a job. Nice and easy. And you’re not in love.”

***

Putting on my most casual looking smile (which wasn’t very casual in my nervous mood,) I walked through the streets to school. It was a quiet morning in Canterlot. I could hear ponies enjoying conversations over morning coffee at the corner cafés, and I felt Celestia’s sun on my face as it wafted over the castle and onto the streets.

Yes, it was a perfect day. As I drew nearer to the Canterlot Magic Academy, I had good feelings for my future. Yep, I was moving out, getting a job, and I was most definitely not in-

“Hey, Daylight!”

“Love!” I yelled, jumping back in surprise.

I knew it was the lavender colored braniac Twilight Sparkle. How could it have not been? She was the only one who talked to me anyway. And Luna, that voice..

“Uh, what was that?” she said with a chuckle.

I smiled nervously. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. Just, uh.. talking to.. my, uh.. Uh.. self. Yeah. Talking to myself.” I scratched my head with a free hoof, noticing I had started to sweat.

Twilight could only smile at me. “Well, don’t do that too much. Ponies might think you’re crazy,” she said, her chuckle turning into a laugh. I tried to casually laugh with her, but inside, my heart sank. First thing you say to the filly you already sound like a damn fool. Way to go, Daylight.

“Hey, I’m free until class starts, you wanna grab a coffee?” she offered, still smiling.

I continued to stumble over my words. “Uh.. Y-yeah, sure! Sounds great!” I grinned. Things were getting better. I had finally not seemed like an idiot in front of her.

But.. Why was that my goal? Why was I feeling this way for Twilight? Sure, she was nice and everything, but.. Why? I didn’t even know what she looked like, really. I just knew she..

Talked to me..

“Hey sleepyhead, wake up, we’re here!”

My train of thought was stopped by Twilight’s voice.

***

“So what’s new?” asked Twilight before taking a sip of her coffee.

I laughed to myself. “A lot.”

“Well, fill me in!” she chirped.

Please don’t say that. “Well, um.. Where to start?” I joked. “I got in an argument with my mom, and, well.. I’m moving out.”

The unicorn gasped. “Seriously? You’re moving out at sixteen?! Wow.”

“I can hardly believe it myself..” I paused, my unseeing eyes staring straight into my coffee.

“Day, are you.. alright?” Twilight said, looking at me sincerely.

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “I’m fine. Why?”

She shifted around a bit. “You seem kinda.. off today. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” She moved her free hoof on top of mine, trying to comfort me- Little did she know, it was only making matters worse.

I tried to hide my blushing and stuttered, “I- uh- Yeah, I’m fine.. Just under a bit of stress lately.”

She moved her hoof back and grinned. “Hey, I know! You should come hang out with me. Maybe we can even go up to the castle to see the princess.”

“The princess? You mean Princess Celestia?!”

“Yeah, she’d totally love you!”

“The princess would.. love me?”

Twilight laughed. “Sure! I mean, what’s not to like?”

I looked to the floor and mumbled, “..everything.”

“What was that?” she remarked with a raised eyebrow.

I sighed again. “It’s nothing..”

She gave me a look. “Daylight, are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself today.”

As much as I wanted to tell her the truth and be done with it, I had to lie. What would she think if I told her? “I- ..I’m fine. Just, uh.. I’ve got to get to class, and stuff..”

“Class already? It’s still really early.”

“I.. like to be early sometimes,” I lied once again, hoping to get away from her before I embarrassed myself.

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Ooookay then, if you’re sure.”

I gulped down the rest of my bitter coffee and grabbed my guitar, preparing to leave. As I was leaving, Twilight called out, “Hey, you’re still coming to the castle with me today, right?” I shrugged and scratched my head. “Pleaaaaase? For me?”

Oh dear Celestia, she pulled out the ‘for me.’ Before I could think of an answer, my mouth just blurted out, “Sure.”

Luna’s moon-rock collection, Day, you idiot.

***

The bell rang once again. “Okay, everyone,” Melody said happily, “Class is over for the day. Have fun!”

Having fun was the last thing on my mind though. The first thing I had to do was find a job, and then a house. Then I could worry about everything else in my life.. Like that damn purple unicorn.

Twilight’s image hadn’t left my mind since the dream. And even then, it was just my imagination, right? I was worried about a dream. A silly dream. This was all just something I would get over, right? A phase or something.

But what if it wasn’t?

I didn’t know.. I couldn’t have known. I had never felt this way about anypony before, and yet it was all so strange.. I didn’t even know what she looked like. I just knew she was a purple unicorn. That’s all I knew. If she was as beautiful as her personality was, then that purple unicorn was the most stunning creature alive.

But I was getting ahead of myself. I had a habit of doing that. I had a habit of a lot of things. But falling in love wasn’t one of them. Celestia, making friends wasn’t one of them either.

I had to admit, I was scared. For everything. But being scared wasn’t helping- especially when I had a task to focus on.

Oh wait. I told Twilight I’d go to the castle, didn’t I?

Damn.

I moved my cane and did a u-turn, heading straight for the library. I knew that’s where the bookworm would be, with her natural love for books and reading. I could hear the slight bustle of ponies, hanging around in the halls and heading to different places and classes.

The chatter decreased as I neared the school library. Instead it was the soft clop of hooves on hardwood floor, and the shuffling of pages, books and quills. The area had a distinct sound of its own, a casual silence which had the power to not only calm me, but slightly scare me with the loss of my surroundings. Hearing was the only thing I really had, after all.

So, naturally, the filly’s speaking scared me.

“Hi,” she whispered from behind me, making me jump. I turned towards her, and she chuckled. “Hehe, sorry, Day.. Ready to go?”

I nodded, adding a little “sure.” She started walking away, and I followed the clop of her hoofsteps through the silent library.

***

“Seriously, Twi, are you sure this is the castle? We’ve been walking for like, hours.”

“It’s a big place, alright? I’m just a bit.. lost.”

“How can you be lost? You live here!” I checked my watch once again, noticing it was getting late. At this rate, I would never be there, and I would never be home, so I shrugged and kept following.

Twilight sighed. “I just don’t normally go to this part of the castle. I’ve been here before, I think it’s just this way.. Aha!” She ran off and I struggled to keep behind her, running into a fair amount of things on the way.

Running out of breath, I struggled to get out, “Hey.. huff… Twi.. Where.. huff… are we going?”

She came to a stop. “Not going. We’re here.” She looked up and smiled. “The Starswirl the Bearded wing.”

“The Starswirl the Bearded wing?” I said, my breath steadily coming back, “Why are we here?”

Twilight made no response, but just went straight to looking through the many shelves of spells, mumbling to herself. “Let’s see.. H.. H..”

I shrugged it off. She was always looking for new books or spells or whatever, so who was I to stop her? Who knows, maybe it’s for a reason. “Repeating my question, why are we here? I thought we were going to the main chamber.”

“Change of plans. This was too important, so I contacted the princess to meet us here as soon as I got the idea.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What idea?”

But before I can get an answer, I hear another voice. “I thought I saw you enter the castle, Twilight Sparkle.”

I recognize the soft, regal voice and immediately bow, arising a laugh from the Princess. “Please, Daylight, stand. You have all the right to, after all that Twilight has told me of you.”

I stood, and it was my turn to laugh. “You mean, Twilight talks about me? To you?”

“Oh, yes. All the time,” Celestia said. “At first it was ‘that blind pony,’ then ‘Daylight,’ and then she just insisted on bringing you to the castle, so, here we stand.” You could nearly feel Twilight’s blush.

Chuckling to myself, I waited in silence for what the princess had left to say. She spoke nothing but, “come with me.” I followed her into the royal corridors once again, Twilight behind, too busy looking for her spell to notice us leave.

Celestia walked by my side, not saying anything, just looking forward. Her hoofsteps gave a sound of confidence, but were still light and dainty. It was like a symphony with only percussion.

She helped me through the corridors, telling me where to turn, giving me a description of where we were every time we entered a new room. I could tell she really cared about my well being, even though she had never even met me. It gave me a new level of respect for her, knowing she really loved those of her kingdom.

Celestia took a sudden stop, and I stopped with her. She took a deep breath, surveying her regal halls, yet she seemed dissatisfied. It was though something was bugging her, something she was conflicted about.

Confirming my thoughts, she spoke. “Daylight, you truly are a brave pony, you know that?”

I blinked, pondering the Princess’ statement. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, just.. Think about all you’ve been through. All you’ve done. I find it truly inspiring- A colt born blind, yet he still chooses to go to magic school and learn a difficult instrument, going through his life day by day. I’m amazed.”

I scratched at the back of my head with a spare hoof. “I-I don’t know, Princess. I never really thought of it as a big deal. I mean, it’s just life, you know? Besides, I’ve gotten help from your star student and whatnot,” I replied with a smile.

“Yes, you have received help from Twilight. You two seem to be very infatuated with each other, no?” Celestia questioned, cracking a grin.

“Yeah, I mean, uh- no, just- I- don’t know,” I mumbled, tripping over my words.

The Princess laughed. “Well, I suppose I shall just let things happen as they come, right?” What’d she mean by that?

“Speaking of the unicorn,” she continued, “Twilight tells me you’re searching for a job. I’m aware you play guitar- have you considered busking?”

I took a step back. “Street performing? Me? No, I can’t.. Besides, Twilight would look down on me for it. It’s just so dishonorable..”

She was grinning again. That was a bad sign. “Yes, because you care so much about Twilight’s insight.. I’ll set you up for a license. You may use it if you wish.”

Well.

What the Princess says, goes.

Ulp.

AN: It's finally here. Sorry it took so long, guys, multiple issues with school and health and stuff were happening. This was supposed to be released a few days ago, but I had issues contacting my pre-reader as well, so, now here we are. Hope you guys enjoy, 5th chapter is on its way.

-HDJ

Health, Hopes, and Hearth's Warming

Author's Note

Merry Christmas everyone! I know you've all been waiting for this for a very long time, so I'll make this brief and let you get to reading.

Thank you for waiting. I've been too occupied with schooling to give this story it's proper nurturing, but I feel as though the next chapter is not far off, don't worry.

Also, as you can see, I added a sex tag, because there is a teeeensy bit of that, but it doesn't go into clop-style detail, so I'm keeping this story teen. Just thought I'd let you know before you continue. Also, be aware that I've been unable to get this to a prereader yet, so the pointing out of any mistakes would be appreciated.

Merry Hearth's Warming, and happy reading.

-HDJ

Health, Hopes, and Hearth's Warming

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Come on, you’re good at breathing. It’s like, the only thing you know how to do right.

You can do it? Finally. Now just open the case. “No!” Open. It. “Fine..”

I clicked open the locks with my magic, hearing them pop against the case. I felt the guitar inside, the smoothness of the wood colliding with my soft hooves. The spiraling metal strings ever so softly scratching against my fur, making that classic whirr of excitement. I plucked the waiting steel, hearing to see if they were harmonizing in tune today.

E.. A.. D.. G.. B.. E.. They were all set.

Now only if I was ready.

I placed the open case out in front of me and placed a few coins in, serving as an indicator for the posh Canterlot ponies walking by. They probably all think I’m homeless. They’ll probably all judge me, and nobody will give me anything. This is pointless.

No. Don’t think like that.

I picked up the guitar and started to play, the chords ringing out from the body of the guitar singing sweetly through the city streets. They echoed and rose up above, the sound bouncing from building to building in bounding leaps, until I finally couldn’t hear them anymore. I sang, my tired voice giving a smile to the frowns around me. And that’s when I heard the happiest sound of all- The drop of change into a guitar case.

Someone had given me money. The true sign that maybe I was doing something right. I had done it, somewhat. I had gotten something. Maybe, just maybe, music wasn’t a bad living option. Maybe Celestia was right. I can live like this.

What did the princess mean, anyway? Her words echoed in my mind. You care so much about Twilight’s insight. How did she know that? Why did she care? Was she afraid I was going to corrupt her student, change her into something she shouldn’t be?

But then, my mind turned to the next thing she said.. I suppose I shall just let things happen as they come, right? That one was really the thing that stuck with me. Did Celestia know? Does she know how Twilight feels about me?

..Does she know how I feel about Twilight?

I am brought out of my stupor by the tinkle of more bits. I give my thanks to the pony walking by, hoping they are still close enough to hear it. I hear nothing back but hoofsteps on the cobblestone road.

I finish the song, playing the final chord and letting my last drawn out note reach the air. I even hear a bit of applause upon finishing, something I had never expected. I smile and reach into the case in front of me, counting- One, two, four.. seven bits. Seven bits from about ten minutes. That really wasn’t that bad! I was already off to a good start.

Now all that was left to do was keep it up. I felt my watch. It was getting around five or six o’clock, ponies were just now emptying their jobs to start on the walk home. If I played for a little bit longer, I’d be sure to make plenty.

I play for a considerable half hour, biding my time, trying my best to enjoy it, even in my anxiety. I strike the chord to my last song, deciding I would finish up for the day on a sweet, sustained C sharp. Leaning towards my case, I reach inside to count my life’s first earnings.

Thirty-two bits! Ponies were being more than generous. I suppose playing while everyone walked home was a good strategy. I doubt I could’ve made that much during the day.

But it was getting late, and I had to make my own way home as well. I put the bits in my saddlebags, delicately placed my guitar inside its case, and started on my jaunt home.

That’s when I was stopped.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Cane Boy.” That snarky voice crept into my ears and my eyebrows fastened themselves downward as my mouth turned to a snarl, merely on instinct.

“Look, Tough Stuff, it’s late. I’ve just been working for the little money I have,” I growled, not wanting him to spoil my happy mood, “I want to go home, I’m sure you should do the same.”

He laughed his cold, inconsiderate laugh. “Mmm, yeah, I saw you workin’. Street performing’s a little low, though. Your librarian girlfriend probably wouldn’t like that, now would she?

I sighed, letting out the cliché line, “She isn’t my girlfriend, we’re just good friends. And the way you treated us the other day really, really doesn’t fly with me.” The intensity of my voice was rising higher than I anticipated. At this point it sounded more like a threat than a statement.

“Is that so? Even after you abandoned her because of a little switchblade?” he poked, laughing even more at my expense.

Now I was back to being angry. That was over the line. “I didn’t abandon her! Besides, you’re the one who pulled it on us in the first place!”

“Hmm,” he speculated, his voice turning to sarcasm, “As I recall, you ran right out of the music hall, pushing her out of the way for the door, even. Some knight in shining armor you are, Daylight.”

My jaw dropped as the weight of what I did hit me. That night, in the music hall.. I just left her. I didn’t try to protect her, I didn’t man up and stand up to Tough Stuff, either. I just ran away, keeping her in danger. “I-I..” I babbled, searching for something to say, “No, it wasn’t-“

“Wasn’t what, huh? I’ll tell you what it was, Day. It was fucking stupid.” I couldn’t tell if I should agree with him or deny it. That night was all but a blur to me now. “Turns out I was right. You can’t protect her, you can’t even be a good friend to her. You just don’t fucking deserve her.”

“S-Shut up,” I defended, tears starting to rise in my eyes.

He just laughed. Celestia, I hated that laugh. “Oh, now you decide to stand up to me? Man, when are you just gonna grow some balls?”

“I’m going home.” I tried not to shout at him. It would just make me seem weaker.

“Running isn’t your best defense,” he said sharply, giving me a cold stare. “Aren’t you ever going to learn?” He let out a huff of air, then turned and walked away, not saying another word.

My mouth still remained in a snarl, subconsciously growling at the colt I had always hated. “Dickhead,” I muttered under my breath, hearing him trot in my opposite direction. I started making my way home as well, my angry steps almost turning to stomps as I clambered over my hatred.

I hated him so much. I wanted him to just leave me alone. Couldn’t we just leave the past behind us, keep everything inside, and live civilized lives? Did he have to try to make my life a living hell? It had been so long, I had figured he would have gotten over it by now..

Of course, that’s a different story.

I reached home after a very angry half hour long walk. I did nothing but go in my room, collapse on my bed, and sleep.

***

Cold air swept through my window in a burst, jolting my body awake. I gave a quick yelp, jumping up and tossing back the covers, wondering if it was just my imagination and I had a few hours left, or if it was Turntable yelling at me to wake up and my clock had went off late again.

I reached for my watch on the bedside table, laying there with my glasses and my cane. A quick feel of the tiny Braille dots told me neither of my thoughts were true- It was simply a half hour earlier than I should be up, and a gust of wind had roused my peaceful sleep.

Stumbling out of bed, I went to my window, closing it with a sharp clunk. Turning back to my warm, comfortable blankets, a piece of dirty clothing caught my back leg, making me trip and fall on the rough carpet.

It was going to be a long day.

I got up and shook off the sweatshirt that caught my hoof. Instead of returning into my bed, I figured I should just get up, as another half hour of sleep would just slow me down anyway. I picked up the jacket and threw it on, pulling through my front legs and zipping it up. A slight chill passed through me from the garment being absolutely freezing, most likely because of the wind all night, but it would only take a few minutes to warm up.

I took my cane up with my magic and started feeling my way outside of the bedroom, much more carefully this time. Not forgetting my glasses and watch, I put them on as I went out the door. Magic was a fantastic tool for me to have, being blind and all.

A yawn escaped my lips. It was just a little too early to be enjoyable. And by the lack of sun rays coming through my window, I could tell it was still dark outside. How absurd, I thought, To have ponies wake up when their natural instinct still tells them to sleep. It couldn’t be helped. I stepped down the stairs and went to the kitchen counter not far from the stairs, grabbing a notepad to keep my sister (and newly moved in mother) in-the-know.

Left early today. Might be back late. Sorry.

Seemed good enough, even if it was a tad on the more depressing side- I was secretly hoping my scrawl wasn’t too bad to read. I knew how to write, but it liked to shift down the page sometimes. Moving ahead, I grabbed my messenger bag from the corner of the living room as I trotted my way outside, slipping it on and stepping out the door, soon closing it behind me.

The brisk morning breeze chilled my skin. My fur ruffled from the wind, and my hair was blown in my face relentlessly. Pretending not to be annoyed, I began my walk into the city, hearing various woodland creatures chirping and squawking around me. The sound slowly diminished when I reached the inside of the huge town of Canterlot, where it was replaced by the sudden shuffling of ponies heading to classes and morning tea. Not as calming, but still, not bad ambience to ponder over.

Last night, I met the princess, and not to mention, hung out with a pretty amazing filly. It was a lot to happen in one night. I had reason to be tired. Yet, school was school. But with the weather getting colder, I needed to bundle up more and more. Two jackets wasn’t even enough for the thirty degree chill on that November morning.

I wasn’t exactly anticipating Thanksgiving. The thought of family put all our minds on what we had lost, so we never really did anything for it anyway, save for Turntable maybe putting in a turkey, or ordering pizza, as it often turned to. But with mom here? Things couldn’t be weirder. I hoped she wouldn’t try to cook a whole meal for us. It still wouldn’t make up for things, no matter how hard she tried.

I knew I couldn’t just keep my mother out of my heart like this forever, but it would take some time to forgive her. That’s what I realized, that night I broke down crying in front of Twilight. That was the only the second time I had ever cried in front of anyone, and the first time I noticed I had to somehow move on.

I’m glad Twi was there, out of everyone it could have been. I didn’t even really know her that well, back then, but it also felt like I knew everything about her. Like we were letting on hints as to who we were through every little action, glance, and touch we shared. Like we were just best friends hanging out on an evening. But it meant so much more to me than that.

What I couldn’t shake is that it felt like Twilight liked me. Like, really, really liked me. And it felt like I felt the same way. I just couldn’t place where she was in my mind. I couldn’t figure out how she wanted to treat me, and how I wanted to treat her, as if the goddesses had already given us special places in each other’s minds we just had to scout out and find. But it also seemed as if we had to do it together.

The other thing was, the school’s annual winter prom was coming up, and coming up fast. Posters were up all over the school, and everypony in administration or student council or anything kept reminding us to pick up our tickets.

I had never even gone to a fancy thing like that before. It was tempting, but I would feel too bored and purposeless. I had never been asked on a date before, so that meant no girls to worry about or dance with, and that left friends- I didn’t have any friends to go with or meet either, so the whole thing would have just been pointless. Besides, I didn’t have a suit or a tux or anything. I would go not even looking good. What a waste of time.

But now that I had met Twilight, this beautiful student under direction of the princess, I really wanted to ask her. The only question was, what would she say? If she said no, where would our friendship go from there? Nowhere but down, I’d assume. And if she said yes? Not that she would say yes. Who would ever say yes?

But if she did say yes, somehow; would she even want to be seen next to me? I wasn’t really the most popular guy in school. I was bullied, pushed around, teased.. And I would probably look pretty shitty too. Would she really want that, to be hoof in hoof with a total loser?

Maybe I shouldn’t go.. Maybe I shouldn’t ask her.. Not that I was planning on it, anyway. It was just killing me to know what she would say.

All my thinking had led me into the halls of Canterlot Magic School once again, the corridors mostly empty of sound and ponies as it was still so early in the morning. My hoofsteps rang through the echoing cobblestone rooms, until I came to a stop in an empty classroom. In an hour, it would be bustling full of fillies and colts chatting together, waiting for class to start, but for now, it was just me and my book.

I flipped open the cover and started to read, feeling every crevice and bump on the Braille page, not bothering to listen for anyone approaching. It was too early, anyway.

***

My life seemed to be going by in fragments, that’s what you have to understand. Every time a new day came, it seemed to pass by in merely seconds. I don’t know what it was, whether I was stressed for exams, or the cold was getting to my head, or if I was just spending so much time with Twilight that all this time slipped from my grasp in a matter of minutes, every day an hour, every minute a millisecond.

I don’t like remembering this part of the story. But what comes after it is more than enough to make up for it.

It was a month later. The chill of December started to sink in. Only a week before school let out, and the day before the big school prom. If I was going to ask Twilight, it had to be today. I couldn’t miss out on this. It might be my only opportunity.

I stayed late that day, finding my way to the library when she normally has her shift. I ended up sitting there for maybe an hour and a half, avoiding her by sitting in the corner with my face in a book. Mentally, I was trying to find the courage to go talk to her. Not even just to ask her, but to say anything. My anxiety just built throughout the day, and the whole time I was in the library, my heart was thumping a million times a minute.

It might sound a little creepy, but just being around her, hearing her voice as she pointed out books to ponies or when she hummed to herself as she shelved books, was completely magical. She seemed to enthrall me more than anyone had before. It made me wonder at this point, was I really in love with Twilight? Is this what love felt like? Where just the sound of their voice, the feeling of their presence, was enough to make me satisfied with my shitty life?

My question, however, was never answered. Twilight moved back to the front desk for the final time that day, her shift coming to an end. I had missed my chance! I silently cursed to myself behind my book as she finished putting away her library ID and other tools, only then moving towards the hallway back to her castle tower. I couldn’t let her get away. This was the perfect time to ask, and I wasn’t about to pass it up. I knew the bell was going to ring soon, and we would no longer be alone. My chance with her would be shot. I had to hurry.

I followed her hoofsteps out of the library, trying to silent the light tapping of my cane as to not alert her to my presence. I thought I would be quite obvious, but she hadn’t noticed me yet, as she would’ve turned around to come talk to me. Either that, or she was just seeing how far I would go with this.. But I thought that a little mean for Twilight, despite how playful she can be.

It made me think; most who see Twilight Sparkle at a glance would think she’s a bookworm, someone who’s uptight and doesn’t want anything to do with troublemakers, but she was really a bit of a troublemaker herself. At least, around me she was.

When she was with me, she turned from “reposed librarian” to fun, playful Twilight. She told bad jokes, she played the occasional prank, she teased me every now and then in the most loving way possible. She was, well, one of my best friends. Now that the seasons started passing and we got to know each other better, I could consider her one of my best friends, if not my only true friend. I’m sure she could say the same about me. At least, that’s what I thought, as she showed it through her every action, and when she wasn’t with me, she was in class, working at the library, or in her chambers. We shared the same introverted lifestyle, and I think it was nice of us to find another whose gears turned the same directions.

Yet here I was, heart beating, shuffling my hooves nervously and trying to calm my scattered brain. Twilight was just down the hall, and the lack of other noise in the echoing corridor told me she was alone. Yes. It would be the perfect time to pop the question. I just had to seize it, right here, right now.

I approached her, opening my mouth to call her attention towards me, but no sound was able to come out. This was partly because of my nervousness, and partly because of what happened next.

“Heyyyy, Twilight!” called a voice from her side of the hall. I had heard that voice before… Loud, a tad obnoxious… It was one of Tough Stuff’s cronies! Rubber, I think was his name. He worked in the auto shop, and everyone thought he was really charismatic, but he worried me, and I thought he would worry Twilight a bit too. Turns out, I was wrong.

“Oh, hi, Rubber. What do you need?” the librarian said in her calm, relaxing tone.

He paused, letting out a sigh. “So, the dance is tomorrow. Do you have a date yet?” Wait, what?! He wasn’t going to ask what I thought he was, was he?

“No,” she said back, as I held my breath. “I was hoping someone was going to ask me, but he hasn’t shown any interest yet. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering..” The hold on my breath tightened. My hooves had a death grip on the earth, hoping to the goddesses he wasn’t going to say what he was about to. “Do you want to go with me?”

She paused, and I paused too, holding my tongue from the swearing that wished to burst from it. She let out a sigh, but then turned to smiling back at him. “I would love to.” No! No way! She didn’t like him.. did she?

Rubber wasn’t even as enthusiastic as he should have been. “Okay, awesome,” he said to her, grinning, “I’ll see you there.” He didn’t want her. He was just looking for a date so he wouldn’t seem like a loser to his friends! My blood boiled in anger. I felt my cane bend under my magic’s grip as I longed to snap it in half.

That was it. Simultaneously, in one swift motion, the bell rang, and hundreds of students rushed out of their classrooms, happy to be away from their teachers and lectures for the evening. I, however, was not this happy. Their constant chatter not only blocked out Twilight’s response, but also my no longer held back profanities as I cursed I hadn’t been quicker.

“GOD DAMN IT!” I yelled underneath the curtain of students, punching a nearby locker in anger. A few ponies stopped their talking and turned to look at me, but none bothered to inquire as to what sparked my outburst. I let out my pent up breath and let go of the now dented locker, turning my non-seeing gaze to the ground. How could I have let this happen?

My hooves mechanically turned the other way, walking each step as if it were not conscious, but I was being powered by a machine. A very, very angry machine. I pushed ponies out of the way, I cut through the grass, making sure to stomp extra hard on the gardener’s hard work, if ponies asked me what was wrong, I would tell them to screw off. I went for miles like this, until before I knew it, I was on the outskirts of town, not a single pony, unicorn, or Twilight Sparkle in sight.

What am I doing?

Who am I?

I took my last step into the forest, and my knees buckled and collapsed. I lay on the mossy dirt floor in despair, a lump rising in my throat, my face getting hot. Warm tears started streaming down my face, wetting the ground beneath me as I cried. “Twilight..” I sighed, my anger subsiding into sadness.

You’re so stupid. You should have known. She never liked you. Who would ever like you? You idiot, Daylight. You stupid, fucking, idiot.

I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to cry. It’s something I had been doing a lot lately, but it was a sort of somber release I couldn’t describe. I kind of felt like my eyes finally had a purpose. Like crying was the only thing they could do right. Which I guess was kind of true. What else were they good for? Making me a freak?

That’s all I was, really. Just a freak. Someone who could never be loved, just because of his difference from everyone else. That’s all I ever could be.

I lay there, dreading the upcoming week. I knew I had to get up and dust myself off eventually, but now was not that time. I let my tears flow as easily as the scheduled rain slowly setting in upon the forest, drops of the heavenly water mixing into the dirt, making me feel even more miserable.

***

“Daylight,” my sister pleaded, knocking on my door for the hundredth time. “Daylight, please. What’s going on with you? What’s wrong?”

It was Turntable’s loving nature, coming back to cradle me just as it did in my early years. But for once, I didn’t want it to. My thoughts were enough to keep me company. I didn’t need someone to help me. That’s the last thing I wanted.

“Go away, Turn,” I responded sternly, poking my head out from under my pillow. “What part of ‘I want to be left alone’ don’t you understand?” I had enough of her cacophonous knocking, and crying with my face buried underneath my sheets sure sounded nice to me at the time.

For a while, I heard nothing, as if she were actually contemplating cutting me some slack and calling it a day. But alas, her loyalty gave out. “You know I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s up. You’re my brother. I care about you.”

“Sure you do,” I muttered under my breath sarcastically. I left her words unanswered, simply digging my muzzle deeper into the fluff of the cavernous pillow. She took my silence as compliance, and I heard the door creak open and a set of hoofsteps lead up to my bed. She sat on it, the springs squeaking under her weight.

I gave in. The pillow left my face, and I felt her stare upon my swollen red eyelids and tear stained cheeks. She was the first to speak. “Is this about that girl?”

I paused for a minute and decided, “It’s not just her, Turn. It’s everything.”

She raised an eyebrow, and I noticed her lack of words, letting out a deep sigh. “Why did I have to be born different?”

The pegasus took a deep breath, moving her gaze to the ground. I wondered how she would answer my mainly rhetorical question, if she would at all. “You were just born blind, Day. It happens. What else can I say?”

“But, the blindness. It’s not the only thing holding me down. If that were the case, this wouldn’t have happened.”

She blinked. “What wouldn’t have happened?”

I just sighed in response, before letting out angrily, “The dance! The fucking dance. She’s going with this guy who’s going to tear her apart. I’ve been spending days, weeks, trying to let her know how I feel, but then this guy who’s so much better than me swoops in and finishes things in a second.” I let out a sob. “It’s.. humiliating.” The words stung my throat, and the awful feeling just lingered. It had hurt to let that out. It really did.

“I’m just going to die alone, aren’t I, Turn?”

The question hung in the air. My sister truly wanted to help, but she just didn’t know what to say. That’s how it felt for us both.

After a long silence, she let out a large breath and stroked my mane with her hoof. “No, Daylight. You’re not. Don’t think that way.” The way she spoke those few sentences was stern, yet comforting. Yet still, it did little to quench the burning of my despair.

I cried into the pillow. “She’s going to marry him, and they’re going to have a little cottage full of foals, and I’m just going to watch her be happy while I die without anyone by my side,” I whined, the fabric and feathers absorbing my tears and the sound of my voice. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I pounded the bed with each word, feeling even more hopeless with each thump.

“Daylight!” my sister shot at me, tired of my groaning. “It’s gonna be okay. You can live without her. Besides, what if she’s just going with this guy to seem nice?”

My head perked up from the soft abyss. “Girls do that?”

Turntable rolled her eyes. “Yes, they do. I mean, she probably still likes this guy a little, but he may not be her biggest concern or anything. Maybe she just accepted to go with someone.”

I sighed again and laid my head on the bed. “Maybe.”

“Maybe,” Turn repeated.

We sat there in silence for a minute, her hoof returning to pet my soft hair. In that moment, I realized Turntable was more of a mother to me than my mother ever was, and I was truly thankful she was always here for me. “Here,” she said, handing me something cold. “I got this from the fridge for you. I know you probably don’t wanna leave the room, and I know it’s your favorite, so..” The cylinder dropped into my hoof.

“Parasprite!” I exclaimed, letting a smile creep onto my face through my tear-stained eyes. “Thanks, sis.”

She smiled back. “No problem, little bro.”

Before she could object, I jumped up and gave her a hug. “You’re the best. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

The day of the dance, I felt absolutely drained. I had built up so much energy trying to ask Twilight to the event, I had forgotten to try having fun myself. Of course, why would I bother? Twi was my only friend. Without her, how could I have fun?

I ended up spending most of class constantly feeling my watch and tapping my hooves on my desk, listening to Ms. Inkwell drone on about history of magic. “..And so, I expect a five parchment theme from you on how levitation has affected Canterlot through the years.” She lowered her already dipping glasses. “And I don’t expect the dance to be a problem for you.”

A groan escaped my dry throat as my head hit the dull wood of the desk. Great. Another thing to worry about over the weekend. If I wasn’t already miserable enough..

“That goes double for you, Mr. Daylight. And please, don’t nap in my class.”

All eyes turned to me when Ms. Inkwell called me out. I sighed, letting out a hushed “Yes, mamm.” Inside, my heart sank as my anxiety spiked. I hated being picked on. It just gave the other kids another chance to laugh at me. As if he was just waiting for the opportunity, Tough Stuff pointed a malicious snicker at me from the back of the class. I tried to drain out the laughing, but it just rang in my ears, not wanting to ever leave.

The class stopped their laughter just in time for the bell to ring. Just one more class, my harried mind rattled on, Just one more class, then I’m home. Thank Celestia.

I moved to pick up my bag, but it wasn’t where I had placed it. I searched around for it with my hoof, pawing at the ground hopelessly, but it had disappeared. My brow furrowed hard as I heard that same laughter that had shot towards me just a minute earlier.

“Having some trouble, Blindy?” Tough Stuff chuckled, making me even angrier. He must have moved my bag.

My exasperated sigh rang out through the thick air. “Really, Tough? That’s pretty much the oldest one in the book,” I groaned. “You’ve had your fun. Just give it back so I can go to class.”

He turned to sarcasm. “Well now, looks like someone doesn’t want to play today. Why the long face, little Daylykins? Your dad die again?”

“Fuck off.” I gritted my teeth at him. I was getting sick of this.

“Fine, fine, fair enough. But due to your bad behavior, I’m not helping you. Have fun looking,” he poked crassly, trotting out the door. I heard it slam behind him, and swore loudly. It was even worse when teachers were completely oblivious to my abuse.

I scanned the room with my magic, trying to find any trace of my hidden bag. After going over it once, I went back and searched over it again. Come on! Any more of this and I’m going to be-

The bell rang, cutting off my thoughts, and confirming my fears. I was late. Again. I had to leave now before I got another detention.

Sighing, I abandoned the search for my bag and stepped out the heavy door. I was stopped by a concerned Ms. Inkwell, who was on her way in. “Daylight?” she squawked, “What are you doing here still? You should be in class.”

“Oh, um; Some other ponies-“ I stopped myself, thinking of the consequences of telling her the truth. I cleared my throat and continued. “I just, um, lost my bag. Yeah. Sorry about that, Ms. Inkwell.”

I was sure she was rolling her eyes. I wasn’t exactly her best student, or one that she liked the most. “Very well. Now off to class.”

I thanked her casually and ran to get my guitar from the instrument closet. I would have to go bag-less. I doubted Twilight would be hosting detention on the day of her date to the dance, and I didn’t want to spend a half hour with some teacher I hardly knew. Hey, maybe you’d find another girl to fall in love with, I thought jokingly, but my chuckle quickly turned to a frown when I remembered Twilight and the dance. I hit myself in the shin with my cane as punishment, and then I stepped down the hall to the closet.

Hastily going inside and putting my guitar on my back, I felt my watch. It was gonna be close- I was about thirteen minutes late already. I rushed down the hall, hoping time would be on my side. My magic weakly enclosed the door knob, and I stepped inside the bright classroom.

“Oh, Daylight! There you are. Not being truant again, I hope?” Melody teased, looking at the clock. Please, please, Celestia, don’t let me be late don’t let me be late don’t let me be- “You’re clear! No detention today. Take your seat.”

I let out a sigh of relief and did as she told. I was free for the night! Now I didn’t have to be late to the dance. I could wallow in misery in a corner even longer!

***

“It’s so tight..” I gasped, my tie clenching around my throat as Turntable shifted the knot this way and that.

She just smirked and kept adjusting. “If you keep squirming like that, you’re ever gonna look good for that chick you like.”

“She’s going with someone else. You know that,” I groaned, rubbing my temples with a spare hoof.

“You never know. She could ditch the guy and dance with you. You’re not that bad looking, and you know her really well, so-“ Turntable adjusted the tie once more and added, “Stop moving around.”

I succumbed to my playful sister’s wisdom and let her prep my special clothing. She had given me dad’s old suit after a thorough dusting; the poor thing had been stashed away in the attic for several years. It felt weird to be wearing it, but at least it was something. Even with my mom now adding her income to the family funds, it would have been too expensive to buy a new one, and I probably wouldn’t accept it in the first place. I could tolerate mom, but I sure hadn’t forgiven her.

Turn stopped my train of thought. “Nervous?” she questioned, finishing the tie and moving to adjust the shirt and jacket.

“Maybe a little,” I responded with a sigh, “More hoping this isn’t a waste of time.”

She just tsked and said, “Day, you really need to get over this. It’ll be fun, I promise. Besides, maybe you’ll meet somepony new to dance with.”

I grimaced in disagreement. “She matters too much to me. How could I just move on like that?”

“Oh, little bro..” She paused, looking me in the eyes, her voice right in front of me. “Ponies come and go. Life’ll be better for you when you learn that. Maybe you’ll finally be able to forgive mom.”

A stiffness hung in the air, and I waited for it to pass. Turntable obliged. “But that’s not important right now. We’re gonna get you to your dance, okay?”

I nodded, but kept thinking over her words. I didn’t like being treated like a child. It was one of my biggest pet peeves, and my sister knew that fully well. I wondered why she had concern of me forgiving mom, or why she even had herself. If I couldn’t, she sure as hell wouldn’t be able to. She did have to take care of me, after all.

Of course, I would never tell her these thoughts. I wasn’t that confident yet. I wasn’t even confident enough to go to this dance. I was worried I would have a panic attack or just be too inept to interact.

Ah, the risks we take for love.

***

I stepped in the dance early. I could hear basically nopony there, only a few that clung to the walls, pretending to go through their bags or purses so they didn’t look as awkward. I didn’t blame them. A stale air swept throughout the ballroom, and it truly made me think that this dance was going to be lame. Fortunately for me, that wasn’t the case.

After another twenty minutes passed, there were plenty more ponies flooding in through the doors. They all went to their respective cliques and groups, and all the ponies previously clinging to the wall had all left, with the exception of me. I checked my watch, scratched my head, trotted in place, all just for the purpose of sucking up time until I saw someone I knew.

I knew I would end up waiting for Twilight, even though she was with that excuse of a prom date, Rubber. I didn’t know what he would do around me or how he would treat me, but there was one thing I was sure of: If he was a friend of Tough Stuff’s, he would absolutely despise me.

I checked my watch for the thirty-seventh time since I had stepped in the door. I don’t know why I was counting, but I was completely exasperated with the way the dance was going. At this rate, I wouldn’t even see Twilight. I sighed and slugged over to the snack table, thinking maybe a drink and a couple hundred tiny slices of cheese would ease my shattered heart.

I felt along the table top, pawing for a glass and finding the big bowl of colorful punch. I hoped for my sake somepony had taken the courtesy to spike it with something. Reaching for the ladle, I poured myself a cup of the fruity liquid, bringing it to my nose with a sniff. Huh, doesn’t smell like whisky. Damn.

I took a sip. I had to give the lunch ladies some credit, they made some damn good punch. I backed up into the crowd, raising my hoof to take another sip, before I felt my back collide with something solid. I didn’t spill any of the drink, thank Celestia, but I hastily turned around to apologize to whomever I had bumped into.

“Ah, sorry about that. Lost track of my footing,” I offered nervously, hoping the pony I had come across wasn’t one of the hoofball team’s linebackers.

I was greeted by a calm, light, chipper voice. “Oh, no, that’s quite alright, really. It’s the most exciting thing that’s happened to me all night, actually,” she joked, adding a quick laugh to the end of her sentence. She sounded more like a symphony than a pony.

I was a bit taken aback. “You’ve been bored too? I thought I was the only one,” I quipped back, making her laugh again.

“Of course. It’s been an awful night! Clinging to the walls, and the snack table.. Nothing else really to do.” She sounded more satisfied than she did sad. I wondered if this had happened to her before. It probably would have happened to me too if I attended any previous dances.

I smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ve been doing the same thing.” I held my drink with my magic and held out my hoof for a shake. “I’m Daylight. What’s your name?”

She happily took the shake. “My name is Twinkleshine. I’m sure I’ve seen you in a few of my classes. It’s hard to believe we haven’t met before,” Twinkle pointed out after letting go of my hoof.

“I know! Though, I don’t tend to talk to most ponies. I’m a bit shy,” I said back, hoping I hadn’t put a low atmosphere between us. “And, you know, the whole sight thing. I’m a little shy of that, too.” I added that part as a joke, but she took it as an opportunity to find out more about me.

“Yes, I have noticed that.. Sorry if that seems a little judgmental. I think it’s awful how you get picked on for it. It’s not right,” she commented, her tone lowering in disappointment.

I turned my gaze to the floor. “It’s good someone notices at least,” I sighed, shaking my head. I quickly tried to lighten the mood. “But hey, I try not to let it get me down. We all have our demons. Mine just happen to be big and stupid,” I joked.

“I admire that,” she said, smiling, “You’re so brave. You really don’t get enough credit.”

“Heh, maybe. Still doesn’t get me a date to the winter dance, now does it?” I stuck out my tongue and she giggled at my snarky gesture, warming my heart.

“I was sure you and Twilight Sparkle were going to go together. You two can hardly be separated, it seems. But I’d assume that’s not the case?”

I paused. I didn’t want to go back to thinking about it after meeting this nice new filly, but the subject wasn’t dodgeable. I was dateless. “No, it’s not the case. She.. was asked by someone else.”

Twinkle quickly picked up on my sadness. “Oh.. I’m sorry, Daylight. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“No, it’s okay,” I reassured her, “I don’t mind. Besides, you’re here to talk to me. We don’t need Twilight to have fun, right?”

Her smile returned, though slight. “Yeah, you’re right! That’s the spirit.” She looked up to the main stage, where a band of ponies was playing music for the crowd to dance to. It was jazz, smooth and somber, streaming through the dancegoers as they clung to their sweethearts in a beautiful, slow dance. “In fact.. We should dance! Do you want to?”

My mouth hung open. Was she really asking me to dance? Did a girl actually like me? I didn’t feel the same aura I did with her as I did with Twilight. Twi just felt.. Different. But with Twinkle, I felt like she was a newly met friend, someone I can be comfortable around, but.. Just not as much. Should I really be accepting her offer?

Still, she was my friend now. I couldn’t let her down. And I really did want to dance with her. She was a beautiful person, and though I couldn’t tell that on the outside, I could tell she was even more amazing on the inside.

I offered my outstretched hoof. “Lead the way, darling.”

She squeaked in delight and grabbed my hoof, navigating our pair of two to the dance floor. Once she reached the perfect spot, she stopped, and placed her right hoof on my shoulder as I did the same with her.

We started into a four step rhythm, simply roaming around the floor, between other couples moving this way and that. Our faces were merely inches away, and I hoped she was looking into my eyes, even though my blindness and thick glasses were a constant barrier stopping me from looking into hers. I really didn’t even know what she looked like, but to me, that seemed to matter less and less. I enjoyed ponies for who they were, not what they looked like. Looking back, that was probably the best lesson I had learned from my lack of sight.

“This is so nice. This is exactly what I wanted the dance to be like,” Twinkleshine said, “Dancing with a friend. This is perfect.”

I smiled. “Yeah, this is really nice. Thanks for doing this, Shine.”

She giggled. “The pleasure’s all mine, Daylight. After all, wouldn’t want to leave you danceless without Twilight, would I?”

“I still haven’t seen her, but I don’t mind. Being with you is great. Besides, she’d probably be too attached to her date to even talk to me,” I joked.

“I would what now?”

My opened jaw could have hit the floor. I turned to the source of the purple unicorn’s voice slowly, hardly expecting to have Twilight there even though I had clearly heard her speak.

“I.. I- ah,” was all I managed to get out.

The unicorn just smirked. “You’re cute when you don’t know what to say,” she teased, “You really think I’d be caught hanging around with that loser?”

I paused, then whimpered, “I-I thought he asked you to-“

“Oh, he did,” the student interrupted, “He ended up ditching me. I knew it wasn’t going to be a real date anyway. He probably just asked me to have someone say yes.”

A nervous, reassured smile crept across my face. She knew! I should’ve known she was smart enough. She knew the whole time. “So, y-you, I..”

“Why yes, Daylight, I would love to dance, thank you for asking.” The blood rushed to my cheeks. My face was probably redder than a tomato.

Twinkleshine turned to me, letting me know, “I won’t mind. You two go ahead.” She turned to leave, but smiled back, saying, “I’ll see you around school, Daylight. Don’t be a stranger.”

Once her hoofsteps had dissipated, I just looked at the spot where Twilight’s sweet voice had originated, the pony standing there, expecting for me to dance when I had been suppressing my feelings for months now. I.. I don’t know if I can do this.

“Shall we?” Her pertinent request rung through the air as my heart sped up. D-did she really want to..?

My question was answered when I felt a hoof lightly caress my left shoulder. I gasped at her touch, even though it was tender, and made me feel like she actually cared. I tried to follow suit, but stumbled, making her laugh.

Once I had my right hoof on her shoulder, we began to dance just as Twinkleshine and I had done before. Stepping right, then back, then left, then forward, circling around the floor in rotations. It felt as though we were sweethearts meeting again after years of being apart, like a happy reunion between a soldier and his love.

It made me think; Twilight is so new to my life, but she changed everything so quickly. Since that day I met her in that opportune detention, since the first day she met the real me, not just the boy in her Math and Figures class- my life had been so up and down. I had finally gained enough courage to stand up for myself. Enough courage to play music for other ponies. Enough courage to actually show others who I am.

But the unicorn dancing across from me was more important than all that. She mattered to me. She really, really mattered to me. I could never show her how I feel until now, when I was dancing with her, and she was more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

My heart danced along with me as we swayed, looking right at each other, our faces closer as they had ever been before. It was magical, meaningful, more things than I could think of. It gave us an opportunity to be us, and it was the best I had felt in years.

The jazz group’s song ended and the groups of ponies dancing stopped and stomped their hooves in applause, Twilight and I included. While everyone was occupied with what was happening on stage, the unicorn turned to me and whispered, “Come with me, I have something for you.” I just gasped open mouthed in response, but before I knew it, she had me by the hoof and was dragging me with her.

Little did I know, we were headed to her tower, the one place she had only ever told me about. She led me along corridors and winding staircases, not letting her dress or her shoes trip her up a single time along the way. This filly was determined, and I could only wonder for what. My heart raced as I thought of all the possibilities of what she could want me for. My mind thought of scenarios both obscene and joyful, but I could just hope it was something we both wanted as much as the other did.

Finally, the door to her chambers opened, revealing her dark, empty room. It was just as big as I had imagined. My voice echoed for what seemed like miles when it hit the large glass window, and all the bookshelves I kept bumping into spoke for themselves. Twilight may have been an egghead, but she was my egghead.

“Hey, where’s Spike?” I asked, noticing the absence of the baby dragon.

Twilight gave a mischievous grin, turning back to me and replying, “Oh, he’ll be busy for a while. Celestia has him on duty cleaning the Great Hall after the dance. He’ll be lucky to be back by three.”

I was taken aback. “AM?”

“PM,” she replied astutely.

There was something fishy about this, so I smiled back and inquired, “Twilight, is this your doing?”

“I may have had some influence,” she answered, “Not a bad thing we have some alone time though, is it?”

I flinched backwards and blushed. She couldn’t be getting at what I thought she was, could she? “A-alone time?”

Her hoofsteps pranced up the stairs to the balcony. “I’ve got a surprise for you, Day,” she cooed. I heard the shuffle of a bag, and then her steps receded back down. She was mumbling to herself, looking for something else among the untidiness of the tower. “Let’s see.. Found it!” the unicorn exclaimed, just before I heard a sharp pop. I had a sinking feeling I knew what it was.

“Twilight, is that-“

She cut me off, bringing the bottle to my nose. “Smell.”

The intoxicating aroma of the wine wafted through my muzzle, making my knees sink and my mouth break into a stupored grin. “Twiiii,” I groaned, “We can’t. We’re not old enough. Where did you even get that, anyway?”

She stuck out her tongue at me, not that I could see. “The castle kitchens have more than you imagine. It’s well aged, too. The good stuff.”

“Still not old enough,” I retorted.

“Oh, come on! Learn to have some fun,” she teased, “Besides, I got it just for you. This is a special occasion.” I heard a glass being poured with the twinkle of Twilight’s magic. She set it on the table in front of her, then poured a second glass for me.

I sighed. It looked like she was insisting. I guess a little couldn’t hurt, right? I grabbed the glass from the table with my own magic, then brought it in front of my face, swirling it a bit.

“Let’s make a toast,” the purple pony proposed, “To best friends.”

I smiled a genuine smile. I was no longer just Twilight’s friend, but one she adored over all others. “I’ve.. never been anyone’s best friend before,” I reminisced, lowering my glass a bit.

She smiled back. “Well, now you have, Day.” She sounded so sincere. So loving. Like my best friend. “Cheers!”

The princess’ student clinked her glass to mine and took a sip. I did likewise, bringing the musky liquid to my lips and through my mouth, my taste buds sensing every different tang and spice of the alcohol. I swallowed, coughing a bit from the strong sense. “Man, that’s…” I paused. “Strong.”

“Like I said, it’s aged well,” she teased. I took another sip, getting used to the sharpness of the drink.

“Just how much of this do you intend to have, Twi?”

“Enough,” she dodged.

“Enough for what?”

“Enough for me to enjoy it,” she slurred, taking another large sip. Before I realized it, she had already started pouring her second glass. I finished my first and joined her.

Bringing the glass in front of my nose once more, I addressed her for another time. “I still don’t think this is a good idea.”

She grinned before sipping another glug down. “Then why are you doing it?” She stuck her tongue out, as if on cue.

“Twilight Sparkle, you beautiful, beautiful temptress,” I teased, chuckling to myself and bringing the glass to my lips.

“Oh, so you think I’m beautiful?” she teased back. Goddess, that girl was witty.

I blushed and retreated backwards a step. “Well, um.. I-I wouldn’t really know.” I paused, and Twilight waited for an explanation, which I hastily gave with a sigh. “I’ve never felt your face.”

“Did you want to?”

It sounded more sultry than she intended, I’m sure, but the alluring statement caught my interest. Not only did I think Twilight was beautiful even without knowledge of her face, but I knew she was. And maybe it was the wine thinking it, but I thought she was incredibly sexy, especially at that single moment, when time stood still and I pondered her question.

“I would love to.”

She set down her glass on the table beside her and sat back on her haunches. I did the same, reaching out to her so she could guide me to a few inches in front of her slim figure. I sat back as well, matching her stance, merely a foot from her. I could feel her breath on the tip of my muzzle, and it did little to calm my steadily rising heartbeat.

The student broke our mutual silence. “Any time that you’re ready.” Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded sarcastic, even joking. But from Twilight, it sounded sincere, calming, loving. Like a mother reassuring her child. That’s really what gave me the strength to move on.

I reached out a trembling hoof, the figure of her slender body guiding me to my destination. I felt her stout front leg first, trimming upwards to her chest, then gliding ever so slightly against her fur up her neck and onto her face. My mellow hoof adored the feel of her pillowy, soft skin against my own, and I let out a sigh of.. something. Pleasure? Content? Worry? I can’t quite recall, and I don’t think I ever will.

She was so thin. A wise person would tell her to eat more, but I adored it, just as I adored every section of her. Her glistening eyes, her light cheeks, ending in a short, refined muzzle. I reached up through her hair, feeling the fur of her ears graze against me as I tossed her full, thick mane. It was as soft as silk.

“You’re so..” I let out, not sure of how to finish what my mind had prematurely started.

“So..?” she questioned. She waited, smiling, as tranquil and expectant as she could be.

I took in a deep breath, then let it out, my hoof remaining in her hair, sorting loose strands and setting her bangs behind her ear. “Electrifying.”

“Electrifying?”

“Stunning. Exquisite. Enticing.”

She laughed her electrifying laugh. “Just come out and say it, Daylight.”

Our faces were nearly touching. My hoof had come to rest on her cheek. It almost felt like she was drawing me closer with every word, attracting me in every way possible. The fur from her muzzle skimmed mine. Her sharp breaths intertwined with my panting. The wine sparkled in our stomachs and rose to our brains, making us think things and do things we had only dreamed of.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

Our lips collided, bringing us into a passionate embrace I would never forget. I drew her body closer to mine, caressing her with my hooves. She returned the gesture, making the kiss even more wistful and amorous. Her lips were softer than what I imagined clouds would feel like, and tasted sharply of the berried wine. My sense of the taste rocketed as our tongues danced playfully, embracing the satisfying wetness and hotness and softness of each other’s mouths.

A generous amount of time passed as we squeezed together our bodies in a heat of burning affection. It was my first kiss, and I still believe it was my favorite. Everything was so perfect and in the moment, and I of course couldn’t forget how it was with the perfect girl. Sooner than we both desired, our lips parted and the kiss broke, leaving us staring at one another, dazed.

“Wow,” I gasped, trying to steady my lustful breaths.

Twilight’s breathing was just as abundant. “Yeah,” she panted, “Wow.”

Our sudden confession of love had disoriented us both. We sat there, staring, wondering if it was just the wine, or the natural high of laughter, or just our strong desire for each other and everything about one another.

“I guess.. you knew?” I uttered to the almost silent filly.

“I could only suspect. I thought you had found out long before I did,” she answered, smiling at me.

My ears perked up. “Y-you’ve f-felt the same?”

She laughed once again. Goddess, I adore that laugh. “Yes, Day,” she half-whispered, “How could I not? You’re fantastic.”

I was at a complete loss for words. I had been bullied my whole life, told I was nothing, been betrayed and discouraged. And with a single sentence, this girl had made me feel as though I were the most important colt in the world. “Um.. I.. Did you want to.. kiss again?”

Her laugh, a hoof on my cheek, a guide to her mouth. “Sure, Day.”

Our mouths pressed together a second time, just as invigorating as the first. Her hooves ran up and down my back as we embraced, sending pleasant shivers down my spine, and blood rushing between my legs. I was sure Twilight noticed my physical excitement, but she adopted it seemingly easily, pressing into my body with hers, sending jolts of pleasure through me one by one.

“My, you’re a little aroused, aren’t you?” my beloved temptress cooed in my ear between kisses. I could never imagine Twilight being so up front about sex, or anything, for that matter. I was surprised she had even brought wine to our celebration. I had usually seen her being pristine and reserved, but the alcohol had loosened her inner spirit much more than she had intended.

Fortunately for her, it had also loosened mine. “Oh, you have no idea,” I moaned back, making the unicorn gasp in pleasure. Her devilish grin spoke for itself as she began to undress me. She pulled off the jacket easily, then moved onto the tie, which she had more trouble with. Once she had figured out the knot with her magic, she started unbuttoning my shirt with her teeth, one by one, teasing me until it was finally off my sweaty body. She felt along me, reaching lower with her hooves, moving from my back, to my stomach, to my legs, to my thighs, then finally..

“Ah!” I panted, my tongue hanging out from sheer ecstasy. It was the first time my member had been touched by hooves besides my own, and it was the best I had ever felt in my life. “Oh, T-Twi..”

Her hooves were replaced by her mouth, kissing lower and lower until she reached my waiting stallionhood. From there, it was all a euphoric, blissful daze. She had lowered herself onto me, first with her mouth, then once her dress was off, with her marehood, engaging us in the most pleasant of all feelings, and having us experience it together.

It was slow at first. I spent a lot of time making sure Twilight wasn’t in pain, but when she assured me she wasn’t, our love making built and built, a steady climb, increasing slowly in speed and passion, getting faster and faster with heavier breaths and louder moans and more groping and playing and thrusting until finally-

We reached release, her screaming my name and moaning so loud I was sure the whole castle could hear her. I gave my final pulsation into her, gulping and sighing heavily with my last outward moan as I ejaculated into her. She collapsed on top of me, out of breath and gasping for more air. We lay on the tower’s cold floor, motionless except for our small rise and fall from breathing, my member still resting inside her.

“Daylight..” she panted, “I love you.”

Now it was my turn to laugh, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and saying back, “I love you too, Twilight.” Before I knew it, she was asleep. It was the second time she had fallen asleep on top of me, and I didn’t mind it a bit. She seemed so content and peaceful, like she was the happiest mare in all of Equestria, letting out little sighs and happy sleepy mumbles. I couldn’t help but smile.

I searched the room with my magic, eventually finding the sheet to her majestic bed. Dragging it over, I placed it on top of us, and Twilight let out a pleased expression of warmth. I didn’t want to move from this position, ever. If I were here for the rest of my days, I would be satisfied. Resting under this beautiful mare, halfway inside of her, listening to her breaths with every second passing by.

Soon it wasn’t long before my eyelids began to droop, and I fell to sleep’s charms on my own.

***

“Twilight? Twilight, wake up!”

The purple dragon’s voice was the first thing I heard in the morning, stirring underneath the filly and the beams of light seeping through the large window.

I hadn’t met Spike before, but I knew of his employment as Twilight’s assistant. I didn’t want to meet him like this. It was one of the most awkward first impressions I could muster, but I supposed it would have to do.

I opened my eyes and rubbed the flakes from the corners, feeling the mare on top of me start to stir. “Daylight..?” she questioned, “Did I.. fall asleep?”

“Yeah, you were out like a light,” Spike commented, seemingly wondering why this intruder was laying underneath his mother figure.

“S-Spike?!” Twilight exclaimed, jolting from my body. She was met with a bit of difficulty, slipping on the blanket I had draped over us and forgetting I was still ever so slightly resting inside her. Once she had composed herself from her stumble, she asked the dragon, “What time is it? Did you just get here?”

He shook his head. “I came in after midnight last night and totally collapsed in my basket. I guess it was two dark to notice you two, um..” He paused, searching for what term he was meaning. “Sleeping.”

Twilight furrowed her brow. “Spike! Why didn’t you wake us up?”

“I just didn’t see you until this morning. It’s already ten thirty, you might want to-“

The unicorn gasped, jumping upwards slightly. “Ten thirty?! Ah! I have to get to class, I’m going to be late!” She was about to throw the blanket off until she realized what was underneath it. Retreating backwards, she then addressed me. “Day, you don’t mind if I go, do you?”

“Day?” Spike asked, crossing his stubby arms.

“The, uh.. friend I’ve been telling you about.” Twilight grinned nervously, reaching downwards to adjust us before getting out of our sleeping position. She rolled off of me, still covering our now dirty lower halves with the sheet. Noticing this, Twilight gave a nervous laugh. “Do you think you could run a bath for him, Spike?”

He rolled his eyes. “Mmkay..” Reluctantly he slipped off to the bathroom, and once we could hear the hot water running, Twilight turned to me.

“I-I’m sorry about that.”

I laughed, smiling towards her. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

She smiled back. “Last night was amazing.. What I remember of it, at least,” she said timidly, trying to forget the wine and stifle her hangover.

“You.. do remember the sex, right?” I said, only half joking.

Twilight laughed at my quip and responded, “How could I forget? You were spectacular. And it was my first time, so it did hurt a little..”

“Don’t worry. It was my first time too,” I comforted, hoping I was as decent as she claimed me to be and trying to hide my blush.

She smirked. “Really?” I felt her face get closer. “Then I can’t wait for round two.” She gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, our lips dancing and tongues intertwining for only a few seconds before they broke apart again and the sweet taste of Twilight left my senses. The unicorn got up from the makeshift bed on the castle floor, and I shortly followed her as she went among the simple task of preparing herself for the morning.

Everything had happened so suddenly. Just yesterday, me and Twilight were best friends, casually making small talk and going from class to class together. But now, in just the time of a single day, we were more than that. We were kissing, and making love, just as casually as if we were friends again. But as long as that friends label lingered, I had to address what needed to be addressed.

“So, um, Twi..” I let out, thinking hard about my next few words, “Are you and I.. um.. dating, now?”

She turned to face me and took a few steps in my direction, pausing, before letting a smile spread across her face. “Yeah, I think we are,” she said playfully, “At least, that’s usually what sex and kissing entails.” She stuck out her tongue, again, forgetting I couldn’t see. I shrugged it off and smiled back.

“Good,” I cooed, getting closer to her with another step. “I love you, Twilight.” Our lips met for the second time that morning, this kiss even more passionate than the first. She grabbed me in by my back, pulling me closer to her. I happily obliged, running my hooves through her hair. My heartbeat raced and my breathing became sharper, the blood once again running to my loins as soft moans escaped Twilight’s mouth between kisses. For a second, I thought we were going to have sex again, which I certainly wouldn’t have minded- And we probably would have too, if..

“Um, bath’s ready,” Spike said blatantly, stepping into the room and deliberately interrupting our loving embrace. I guess we had forgotten to listen for when the running water stopped, and Spike was all for breaking up our fun. Again, not the best impression I could set on the baby dragon, kissing the one who hatched him right in plain sight. Unfortunately for me, something else was in plain sight; I reached to cover my raging erection from view, and muttered my thanks to Twilight’s assistant.

I looked over to Twilight, I’m sure just as flustered as I was. “A-are you staying?”

“No, I have to go,” she sighed, grabbing her bag with her magic, “Just get cleaned off, and, well, I think Spike deserves an explanation.” I nodded, giving her a final hug and kiss on the cheek before she departed to class. “I’ll see you later tonight, usual time, usual place?”

I thought her request over. I had nothing to do, and seeing her was always amazing. “Sure, I’ll see you then,” I agreed, moving over to the door to see her off. She opened it and stepped outside, halfway in the doorway. “I love you, Twilight,” I added, smiling and continuing to hold the door open for her.

“I love you too, Day.” She closed the door, and before I knew it, she was gone.

Spike sighed. “Look, I may still be a baby, but I’m really not that young. I know what you two were doing last night, and it’s fine. I’m okay with it.”

I turned to his voice, averting my gaze towards the source. “Okay. I feel like I was giving you a bit too hasty of a first impression, sorry about that..” I rubbed my neck nervously, hoping to make a good lasting thought on the dragon about what kind of stallion I really was. “I’m Daylight. I’m.. dating Twilight. Thanks for being okay with it, it means a lot to me.”

He nodded, still unaware of the fact of my blindness. “It’s alright, you seem like a nice guy.” The dragon stepped closer, pointing a sharp claw into my chest. “But don’t hurt her. I don’t know what I’ll do if you do, but it’ll be bad, trust me.”

I couldn’t help but snicker at his attempt to intimidate me. It was just so damn cute. “Hehe.. Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her, I promise,” I assured him, crossing my heart and laying a hoof over my right eye. “Do you think you could lead me to the bath?”

He paused, processing the request in his head. “The bathroom’s just in there,” Twilight’s assistant said blatantly. I sighed. I hated explaining it.

“I’m blind, Spike. Didn’t Twi tell you that?” I clarified, slightly annoyed.

Spike was completely taken aback. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! She didn’t tell me you were blind, I just assumed you-“

I held up a hoof to stop him and let out a deep exhale. “Spike- It’s alright, really. I just need some help getting around, I seem to have misplaced my cane..” I hadn’t had it all morning, in fact. Since my awakening via concerned dragon, my cane had been out of my grasp, and I wasn’t even sure I remembered where I put it yesterday. Damn wine..

I had spent my whole morning following the lead and hoofsteps of others, which I quite despised. It made me feel so dependent, so reliant- as if I couldn’t do things on my own just because of my condition. For my whole life, I’ve just been trying to separate from that. Even doing things other ponies consider blind ponies not to be able to do, just to show I could do them easily. Well, maybe not easily, but I could still do them.

Spike brought me out of my pondering. “I’ll go ahead and lead you to the bathroom, once you’re in I can find your cane for you.” He took a breath, and looked towards his feet briefly. “Sorry again.”

I chuckled and reassured him. “It’s alright. Whenever you’re ready,” I offered, sticking out my front leg.

He grabbed it, stepping forward a little slowly. I think he was worried I would fall behind, which was a little cute, but then again, it made me feel like I was too much of a bother to the poor dragon.

We reached the bathroom on the other side of the tower and Spike pointed me to the water. I thanked him and took a step in, feeling the warmth of the bath envelop my hoof bit by bit.

“Ahhhhh..” I let my whole body into the bath, the heat calming my senses and loosening my joints. I relaxed for a minute, letting the chaotic, passionate events from the past night wash over my cluttered mind. That is, until I heard..

“DAYLIGHT! I SWEAR TO THE MARBLE GODDESSES I WILL FIND YOU!”

I peered to the bathroom window, listening intently for another sound, while Spike rushed back in the room. “What the hell was that?!” he requested, taking a spot beside me looking out the window.

“I think..” I sighed, “It’s my sister.”

The worried mare rushed back and forth around the city streets, yelling for her lost brother. The profanities she was spewing, I didn’t even want to be considered her kin. “IF YOU’VE BEEN SLEEPING AROUND WITH FILLIES AGAIN, YOU ARE NEVER LEAVING THE HOUSE AGAIN, GODDAMMIT!”

Ulp. That was my cue to go. “Sorry to bathe and run,” I apologized to Spike, pawing at the walls for a towel, “Did you find my cane?”

“Uh, yeah,” he offered, still a little confused. “Here you go.” He handed me the retractable wooden cane, and I took it in my hoof. It felt amazing to have my eyes back. Now that I had my access to the world, it was time to get out of there as fast as possible.

“Thanks, Spike!” I called quickly, dashing to the front door. He gave me a very concerned, dazed “You’re welcome?” in response, but I could hardly hear it- I was already clambering down the tower stairs. I knew it was dangerous for me to be running, but this was important. If I stayed any longer, my sister would surely kill me. Even more so if she found me in the princess’ prized student’s chamber. Yet she still hadn’t been able to accept the fact I like girls. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t eleven years old anymore.

And that was another thing.. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. It had hit me at the most inopportune of times. But I had done something I never thought I was going to do. With the way I had been treated, I was sure no girl would ever like me.

But I had done it. A girl liked me.

I felt a wide smile spread across my face as I dashed through the castle. A girl liked me. A beautiful, amazing, smart, funny girl. And I liked her too. I was the happiest boy in the world.

“DAYYYYLIGHTTT!” I was woken up from my happy existence by my very unhappy sister. I followed the noise, trying to lose my suspiciously happy grin.

“Turn?” I responded to the blatant calling. I heard the stomps in the dirt twist towards my direction, and I braced for the incoming impact.

My sister rushed up and squeezed on my neck, her hooves and head over my shoulders. I guess that could be considered a hug. It was more like a tackle than a hug, and more like a suffocation than a loving embrace. Yet, a hug nonetheless. She cried, “I’ve been so damn worried about you! Mom has too! I’ve been looking for you all fucking morning! Where in the hell have you been?!”

I held my breath, partly because I was thinking of how to phrase my response, but mostly because of the filly squishing my trachea. I pried myself out of her grasp and let out the pent up air in a large fit of coughing. “A.. huff.. A friend’s,” I wheezed, kneeling down on my front legs and gasping for air.

She didn’t seem satisfied. “A friend’s?! You were gone the whole night, and your best excuse is that you went to a friend’s house?!”

I gulped as my breath regained its equilibrium. “..Well, not house. Castle.”

She just rolled her eyes and gave me a blank look. “Castle? You aren’t exactly best buddies with the princess, Day.”

“Not the princess,” I explained, “Her student.” I paused, waiting for Turntable to say something, but nothing came up, so I let out a sigh, feeling my heartbeat return to normal. “You were right. I’m in love.”

“What?!” Turn exclaimed, her mouth hanging open. “You’re telling me the filly you’ve been running around with is..?”

“Celestia’s student, Twilight Sparkle, yes,” I assured, expecting a barrage of swear words to come hitting me any second.

She broke down laughing hysterically, rubbing her temples with a spare hoof. “Hahahaha, ohhhh my gosh, Daylight. You’re going to get us all killed. We’re all going to go to Tartarus, or the moon, or something. Can’t you fool around with literally any other filly in your school? Does it have to be her?”

I furrowed my brow at her, grimacing. “It’s not like that. We’re.. dating. I really, really care about her. It’s not..”

“Huh. Should’a known you didn’t have the drive for something like that,” she commented, not blinking an eye. “How long has this been happening?”

“It was just last night. We’ve been friends for a while, but, last night..”

She took my silence as her answer. My sister had calmed down a very considerable amount since earlier. If only that was the case last time.. I’m surprised I could even have sex after that blow to my underside.

Needless to say, my sister was very caring, just sometimes a bit too caring. She didn’t really know how to show her love to me, and it ended up badly sometimes when I accidentally made things difficult for her, but we still had to look out for each other. After mom and dad were gone, we were all we really had left, after all. We weren’t that bad a pair.

A smirk crossed her lips. “Was it good?”

“Turntable!” I shoved her, knowing she was joking, but feeling a little annoyed.

“That didn’t answer my question,” she chuckled.

I sighed. “It wasn’t bad. Our first times, remember?”

Turn nodded, “Mm.” Another short pause. “Wanna cigarette?”

I flinched, staring at her. “What?! I thought you gave that crap up years ago. Your voice needs preserving, after all.. Even though you haven’t sung in.. Celestia, it feels like ages.”

“Not since dad died.”

I felt a lump come to my throat. Had it really been that long? Can one really lose that much hope in one day? That was a really scary thought. “But.. the smoking. How long?”

She shrugged. “Eh, about a few months. Nothing serious.”

“Turn,” I said sternly to my older sister, “That is super serious. You need to stop before your voice dies. It’s not only gonna kill the beauty that comes from those vocal chords, but it’ll kill you as well.”

There was a long silence. Turntable seemed to be picking apart what I was saying and thinking about it, wondering if she really should stop, even though she wasn’t going to be using her singing voice. Still, I truly hoped she would. After all, she was all I had left.

“Okay, okay. This’ll be my last pack, I promise,” she assured me, bringing me a smile. I hoped she would stick with that promise forever. “However.. You still didn’t answer my question. You want one before I’m off the habit?”

I mulled it over. It had been a stressful morning, and I supposed one couldn’t hurt. I was cautious about it, because I had never smoked before, but I guess it’s one of those things pretty much everyone tries once in their life. “Fine,” I replied, taking a serious tone, “But only the one. I have to keep my voice good too, you know.”

She handed me the tobacco filled sleeve, and I stuck it in my mouth. The paper didn’t taste bad, at least. Turntable then lit the front of the cigarette, burning the tobacco and sending it through the filter and into my mouth. I sucked it into my lungs, tasting the nicotine on my tongue as the smoke passed through me for what seemed like hours. I kept it inside for a moment before closing my eyes and blowing out a wispy gray cloud.

“Huh,” I pondered, “It’s weird. I never thought I would ever be doing something like this.”

Turn lit her own cigarette, took a drag, then let out the smoke just as I had done. “Sometimes that’s just how the world works, Daylight.”

I looked over at her, my head cocked to the side in question. “What do you mean?”

She sighed. “Well, life can be really frightening. We get thrown into a situation we don’t understand, or we feel is scary for us, or we really just don’t want to do. Then, we’re doing it, and we’re not really sure what to think, but we keep going, just because that’s what our instinct tells us to do. We’re alone, we’re afraid, and we’re confused, but that doesn’t stop us. That can’t stop us. We keep trudging on, just because it’s instinct.”

She stopped to inhale more smoke, then continued again. “That’s what happened to me when dad died, so I guess you could say I learned that the hard way. And I’d imagine that little thing with your friend last night could count for you, too,” she added with a wink. “Point is, instinct can hurt you. Like with these cigarettes. They burn your throat, they give you cancer, you can end up in the hospital wondering where the hell your life went wrong, and you won’t really find an answer. It’s all chocked up to fucking instinct.”

Her cigarette burned dry, and she stomped it out. That’s really what made me notice I hadn’t been smoking mine. I took my second smoky drag, let out the smoke, and coughed a bit. I guess I wasn’t a lucky beginner after all. Turn still continued her analogy. “So Day, I guess what I’m saying is, don’t just run into things, well, blindly. Don’t think I’m talking about your vision. I mean you. You as a person. You’re a little haphazard. Sometimes you work without thinking things through.”

I tried not to take offense to her statement, but let her keep going, trying to search what point she was conveying. “I guess it’s kinda like that with me too. Hell, I bought these goddamn cigarettes. That was enough of a mistake. But do you really think this thing with the princess’ student is a good thing? Like, really, really think it is? Because I’m willing to trust you if you do, but I can’t keep coming after you like this.”

I thought over her question, sucking on the bits left of my cigarette. It was about gone, so I let it out and stomped it just as Turn had done. Turning to her, I gave her my answer. “Yes,” I said, my eyes glinting in the early morning’s light, “I really do. Twilight is the most spectacular pony I have ever met in my entire life. Like I said, you’re right, I was wrong. I’m in love with her. I shouldn’t have denied it for so long.”

Another pause. I let out a deep breath, getting the taste of the smoke out of my mouth. “I just hope I don’t get hurt.”

“Oh, Daylight. Everyone gets hurt,” she clarified sincerely, smiling. “All that matters is how you take it. Instinct, or are you gonna think it through?” A silence filled the air, which she took as her answer. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s head home.”

I took out my cane and followed her hoofsteps as she led me back to the small shack we called home, neither of us saying another word the whole way.

***

The white, powdery frost fell light and soft on my fur. I looked up at the bright abyss and smiled. The first snow. Did Twilight plan this?

I kept feeling the folded up note in my magic’s grasp. It was the day. Hearth’s Warming. She said she wanted me to meet her here alone. Alone! Imagine. With me and Twilight now being an item, I felt more excited than ever. What would we do? Is it a date?

Wow.. My first real date. I never thought that would happen. Never. Why would anypony want to date me, anyways? But Twi was here, and she wanted me more than ever. Just thinking of her and I on this Hearth’s Warming day gave me happy feelings in the pit of my heart, and I was sure it did the same for her.

“You came,” she said happily, stepping beneath the tree she had requested we meet at, shielding us from the snow. “I was worried you wouldn’t show up.”

I grinned. “Why wouldn’t I show up to see my favorite filly in the whole world? Besides, everything according to schedule, right?” I teased, making her giggle in delight.

“Shut uuup,” she groaned, giving me a playful punch to the side, “You’re such a dork, Day.”

“So what are we doing today, Twily?”

“Well,” she said pointedly, “I figure we go open presents, then go play in the snow, then come back inside and cuddle by a warm fire until we fall asleep?”

The filly knew exactly what I wanted. “You read my mind,” I said, smiling, as I grabbed her by the hoof and led her back towards the massive castle in which we would spend the rest of the day.

“Oh, and.. Merry Hearth’s Warming, Daylight.”

“Merry Hearth’s Warming, Twi.”

I Can Still Cry

I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. Some good, some bad. Well, actually, most bad.. See, I’m different than most ponies. Not exactly in a bad way, either. I was simply judged on it. Judged on a simple fact, one that’s plagued me my whole life.

I am blind.

That’s the only thing wrong with me. I can speak, I can touch, I can hear, I can think- I just can’t see. I could’ve been a normal pony. I was just a normal pony- Yellow coat, tinted glasses covering my eyes, dark brown hair and tail, and a guitar cutie mark on my flank. I was normal like everypony else. Except… well, you get the picture.

If I were able to see, well.. Things would have been different. Everything would’ve been different, in fact.. Let me explain. My story isn’t long, don’t worry, but I’d still like you to hear it. I’d like somepony to understand.

So let me go back to when I was about sixteen. I was going through tenth grade of magic school, and my skills were honing for the better. But that didn’t help many things when I was working with other ponies..

***

The bell finally rung, and my History of Magic class had come to an end. Thank Celestia. I was about to fall asleep. I started to pack up my things, knowing I had placed my books around one o’ clock and my pencil on top of it at twelve. I sighed and put them in my saddlebag. It could get tedious, having to always know where everything was- Or rather, knowing where nothing was.

I trotted through the classroom and into the hall. Walking around surprisingly wasn’t as hard as keeping track of belongings. I could memorize my surroundings quickly after I had been in them a few times. There were only some times I had trouble, like when something got in the way.. Or when somepony got in the way.

“Hey, no-sight!” I heard a familiar voice yell.

I sighed and started unloading my locker. “What do you want, Tough Stuff? I thought you had already hit your bullying quota this week.” It was the school bully, Tough Stuff. He was a few grades higher than me and always picked on the younger kids in the academy. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a glare- It’s not like it mattered that much anyway if I couldn’t see him.

“Hey, did I say you could talk to me, pipsqueak?” he grunted. I ignored him, grabbing my instrument and starting to move to my next class. “Hey! Did you lose your hearing, too?” he yelled at me as I walked away. I neglected him still, making him even angrier. Suddenly, in his wrath, he ran up to me and pushed me over, making me fall against a group of lockers. My books flew everywhere, and I could hear the guitar on my back clang.

Tough Stuff laughed, looking over his handiwork. “Next time, don’t ignore me, eh, blindy?” I could hear his cold laugh echoing down the hall as he walked away. I gritted my teeth and got up. My cane had gotten lost in the fall, so I pawed around for it hopelessly.

After finally finding it, I was barely able to locate my books. After I did, I ran straight to my next class, knowing I was going to be late. Coincidentally, this was the one class I didn’t want to be late to. After History of Magic was the extracurricular portion of the day, starting with my favorite class- Guitar.

I had loved to play guitar ever since I had learned my first chords. It wasn’t a very common instrument in ponies, mostly because it was so hard to play, and so unusual to play. Earth ponies and pegasi found it very difficult to play because they could only use one hoof to create small tunes. However, it was something really intended for unicorns. Unicorns could use their magic to push down the strings, along with their hooves; so unicorns could play both chords and single notes.

That’s one thing that made me like being a unicorn. I could play this beautiful instrument, and on top of that, I could learn any magic I wanted just by reaching into a spellbook. Broadly speaking, I could do anything.

But there was no time to drift off now. I had to get to class. I stopped at the door to my room, read the braille plate just to be sure it was mine, and stepped inside. “Daylight, there you are! You’re twenty-five minutes late, where have you been?!” my teacher, Melody yelled.

“I’m so sorry, I just had a mishap in the hall, and my books flew all over, and it took me forever to find them because of my eyes, and.. Well, here I am.”

Melody shook her head and pulled out a notepad from her desk. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to write you up. Eyesight or not, I still have to take down your name if your over fifteen minutes tardy.”

“Can’t you make an exception? Please?” I pleaded. She wasn’t taking any of it though.

She handed me the small note and said, “I can’t do anything, Day.. Sorry, but you have to report to detention after school today. You know how strict Canterlot school regulations are. Room 302, 3 o’ clock.” I sighed and went to my seat. Today was going to be a long one.

***

I walked into the room, my guitar and saddlebags strung on my back. “Hello?” I called, checking if anypony was there.

“Come on in, Daylight. Melody said you’d be here. It’ll just be a short detention today, so go ahead and take your seat.”

“Is that..” I laughed to myself before continuing. “Twilight Sparkle, is that you? What are you doing in a detention class?”

It was Twilight Sparkle, the braniac that shared my Math and Figures class. She was a total whiz in magic, and was never a troublemaker. I had even heard people saying she studied right under the princess when she wasn’t in school. I know it was a rumor, but for Twilight, it could’ve been true.

“I’m the one who’ll be watching you for the next half hour. Opportunities for scholarships and whatnot. Now please take your seat.”

I chuckled and slid into one of the small desks. Those teachers would trust Twilight with anything. Seriously, I was being watched by a filly younger than me. Waiting silently, I couldn’t hear any noise but the shuffling of pages in Twilight’s book. I paused and said, “Hey, do you mind if I practice? I mean, I am in here for being late to guitar.”

“Sure, sure,” Twilight said, apparently not taking her attention off her book, “Just try not to interrupt my studies.”

I smiled at her star student attitude. This filly could totally work under the princess. I plopped down my case and searched for the buckles, undoing them one by one. Soon the case opened and I grabbed my guitar from it, putting it across my chest and positioning my hooves.

I decided I should play something simple, as not to disturb Twilight, but something beautiful and meaningful. I made my selection internally and began to play. It was a sad, somber song, but had a soothing melody. I began to sing softly.

“She sings a lullaby

Kisses me goodnight

For the last time

Daddy

Used to be her main man

But has driven her insane and

She’s headed for the mainland.

Mamma cries her eyes out

It wasn’t always easy

Turn the kitchen light out

Daddy’s upstairs sleeping

And she’s broken, battered

Momma cry, momma cry

Her thoughts are scattered

And momma sighs,

‘it just don’t matter’

Mamma cries her eyes out

I can’t believe she’s leaving

She can’t change her mind now

She can’t recall her reasons

Why she’s broken, battered

Momma cry, momma cry

Her thoughts are scattered

And momma sighs,

‘it just don’t matter’

No, it just don't matter

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Mamma cries,

Ooh, ooh

Dry your eyes,

Ooh, ooh

Mamma cries.”

I heard the rustling of pages stop, and then the clop of hooves. Twilight walked over to me, then stood. “Wow.. That was beautiful..” she said in awe. She paused briefly. “How did you do that?”

“I just use my magic to push down the strings. It’s not that hard, as long as you know what to play,” I explained, still grazing my hoof over the vinyl wires.

“But, but.. That was so fluent, and so perfect.. How long have you been playing?”

I thought back into my past, something I particularly didn’t like doing. “I got my first guitar when I was about ten, for my birthday. It was an extremely cheap one, and my father couldn’t afford to pay a teacher, so I had to learn on my own. But I didn’t mind,” I added, taking the guitar off my chest.

“Wow.. So seven years, then.”

I nodded. Wow was right. It didn’t seem like seven years, or at least to me. I had just been going through magic school, playing guitar, not having a care for anything else. I usually didn’t talk to other ponies. Everypony either made fun of my condition or avoided me because I was different. I never made friends- my only friend was my guitar. All because I was different.

“Uh.. Are you okay?”

I woke from my thoughts, noticing a tear going down my cheek. I quickly wiped it and nodded. It was a common misconception- Even though I was blind, I could still cry. And I cried a lot. “I’m alright.. Just.. thinking about my past.”

Twilight lost her normal cheery tone. “Oh.. What happened?”

“I-it’s nothing.. Don’t worry about it.”

Neither of us spoke for a while, an awkward sadness hanging in the air. Finally, she broke the silence by saying, “Listen.. If you ever want someone to talk to.. I work in the library every day, usually around six. Just head up to the front desk, and we can go get a coffee together or something. Alright?”

“You don’t have to pity me, you know,” I shot at her.

“No, no, it’s not out of pity! Just.. Please? None of the other students talk to you, but you.. Well, you seem really cool. Maybe you can teach me a bit of guitar or something. But please, just.. Don’t let yourself be alone.” With that final statement, she went back to her desk, and the page shuffling resumed.

I thought about what she had said. Don’t let yourself be alone. I knew that’s exactly what I had done. I had always sat in a corner with my guitar, never talking to anypony. I knew they would all just ridicule me. I lived in a constant fear of teasing and hate. I never thought to just.. let it go like that.

Another bell rung. “Oh, look at that,” Twilight said, “You’re free to go now, Day.”

I packed up my guitar, redoing all the buckles and swinging it across my back. I stepped to the door, but looked back at Twilight with a smile. “Thanks, Twi,” I said softly before stepping outside.

I walked home through the ambient sounds of Canterlot. Surprisingly, Canterlot had a lot of interesting sounds to offer. Street musicians in quartets or trios playing classical music, the sound of water rushing from a regal fountain, or the chiming of the town clock tower. It was a nice place to be, even for someone like me.

My home, however, was not a nice place to be. It was an old, small shack on the outskirts of the city. Here, there were no street musicians, regal fountains, and you couldn’t even hear the clock tower. It was just.. sad.

I unlocked the door, happy to be home after another long day of Canterlot Magic School. “Sis? You home?” I called throughout the house, my hooves causing the floorboards to creak. “Siiiiiis? You in here?” I stepped into the hallway of the small shack, catching no sound of my sister.

Of everything in Equestria, I cared for my sister, Turntable, the most. She was a light blue mare, same color as my mother, I was told. I never knew what light blue was, but just the sound was beautiful. I could tell my sister was beautiful too. Not just on the outside, though- She had a caring heart, and a voice that could lead a chorus of angels. She took care of me after Dad died, and soon it would be my turn to take care of her.

I could never let anything happen to her.

I put my hoof to my wrist, feeling my Braille watch. 4:22.. She should be home. Odd. I felt my way into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a can of Parasprite before heading up to my room.

I can only judge my room by what it feels like, and it always felt like a complete mess. It wasn’t like anypony really had to care, though. Celestia knows I didn’t. Anyway, I plopped down on my bed and turned on my phonograph. Ah, yes, of course, now I remember- I had been listening to a recorded book that was becoming a favorite of mine. “Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone.” I sat quietly and simply listened..

***

I felt my watch again after concluding the next chapter. 5:15. Big sis should be home by now, shouldn’t she? I turned off the phonograph and stepped into the hall, listening for any noise of my sister stirring through the house.

“Sis? Siiiiis?” I call through the empty shack.

As if on cue, I hear the front door open. “Daylight? I-I need you to come here. Quickly,” I heard her timid voice say.

I ran down the rickety stairs as fast as I could. “Turn, is something wrong?” I called to her.

“No, everything’s perfect,” she said in a bittersweet tone, “Just get down here.”

I finally reached the source of the calling. “What, what is it, Turn?”

“Day.. Mom’s home.”

“Daylight, it’s so good to see you,” the visitor pony said.

I fainted.

***

“Daylight? Daylight, honey, wake up!” she called to me. I sat up and rubbed my head, responding to the soft voice. “Here, sweetie, take your cane,” she said, handing me the wooden stub I carried with me every day.

I wouldn’t accept it. I couldn’t accept help from her. I knocked the cane out of her hoof, giving her the meanest look I could. “Why are you back? I thought you had caused enough trouble,” my voice snapped at her.

She stepped back in retaliation. “D-day, honey, aren’t you happy I’m here? I came back for-“

I got up and said, “You have no idea what went on when you left. We were fine with you, then you had to up and leave, didn’t you?!”

“Daylight, it’s not like that! I left you with your father, and I knew-“

“Dad is dead!” I yelled at her, stamping the ground in anger. I could feel tears starting to drip down my cheeks as I yelled at the woman who birthed me. “We had to live on our own. I had to beg with the guitar you gave me! Turntable couldn’t sing for a living, she had to work several jobs just to support us! And now you come back, acting like nothing ever happened?!” The tears were really coming now, and I could feel my voice weaken.

“It’s not like that, Day! She had a reason!” Turntable yelled, trying to calm me.

“Yeah? Well, I don’t want to hear it. Don’t you realize how this woman has affected our lives? If she wouldn’t have left, I..” I broke down into sobs. My mother came over and tried to comfort me. I pushed her away. “Don’t touch me,” I said, a threatening tone in my voice.

I grabbed my cane from the creaky floor. I stepped through the living room until I got to the door. “I need to think.” That was all I could mutter before running outside, slamming the door behind me.

I felt my Braille watch once again. 5:30.

I sighed. I knew where I had to go.