Chasing the Wind

Months later, a letter arrives with a return address from Manehattan. You recognize the untidy but feminine mouthwriting of the friend you thought you’d never see again. For a moment, you consider not opening it, but that passes just as quickly. You’ve gotten past what happened, and you hope she has, too; somehow, you’ve managed to keep a soft spot in your heart for the little filly you grew up with.

With magical ease, you tear the end of the envelop off and slide a single sheet of folded paper out, beginning to read as soon as the text becomes visible.

Hey,

I can’t even remember how many times I’ve tried to write this. I know you think I did all that on purpose. Well, I did. Just not for the reason you thought.

Let me start from the beginning. When I moved to Manehattan to go to Uni, no pony else wanted to go with me. AB is still with AJ and Mac at Sweet Apple Acres, and you know what happened with Sweetie’s career. Well, I got roomed up with none other than Diamond Tiara in the dorms. Don’t ask why she wasn’t living in some mansion or loft in town, she never told me. Needless to say, we still hate each other, but I couldn’t help but to be around her, considering we live together.

I started planning a trip home for little break, and one night, when Tia brought home her newest coltfriend, I got thinking about you. When I pictured the perfect colt to date, I came up with you. You were cool, funny, nice, and strong. You were everything a colt was supposed to be.

When Tia found out what I was planning, she started trying to talk to me about sex – I seriously think she’s a whorse. Somehow, I got the notion that it was common place for angry sex to be the best kind, and something that strengthened the bond between lovers.

This is all so strange, trying to write this out. I don’t think I can keep going…

Sweetie Belle gave me a couple VIP passes to watch her show here in town. There are a couple rooms backstage that we could talk in. Please, if you can forgive me, the show starts Friday night at eight. Give the guard at the back door the pass I put in with this letter, and he’ll let you in. Even if you don’t want to see me, you’re welcome to come and see Sweetie perform, she’s so awesome.

I’ll be waiting,

Scoots