You Shouldn't Have Missed Valentine's Day

Principal Cadance sits alone on Friday night, still thinking about all that could have gone better.

As the clock on the wall continues to tick away, Cadance struggles to hold it all together. She never thought something like this would happen. And to think it happened on one of the most important days of the year to her.

Surely, there must be some kind of mistake. Some sort of misunderstanding that made things not appear as they are.

Maybe Trixie had her first kiss in that classroom and Cadance simply didn’t see it. Maybe you had given her flowers, or asked her if she wanted to go to the movies. Or a restaurant, or even just the park where the two of you could sit together and begin to bond as a potential couple.

It’s completely okay if it doesn’t work out, as long as love was given a chance! Right?!

Cadance mulls over it again and again and again in her head, desperately beating back at the unrelenting onslaught of cope and cognitive dissonance threatening to make her sky come falling down. The pillars of heaven cannot hold everything up when the crushing weight of its collapse becomes too much to bear. Cadance had always thought she was strong enough, had always believed that the love she introduced to others would always come out as the true victor.

Love has always been such a potent, beautiful thing. An unstoppable force of nature that no immovable object can resist after everything eventually boils down to the primordial truth of human nature. Even if through lust, love always finds a way.

And that had to be what happened with Trixie, her broken heart had to be mended! That must be why she wasn’t there when Cadance re-entered the vacant classroom that suddenly had a couple of clamoring students laughing about some blasphemy saying this didn’t work out even for a minute.

Surely Trixie had run after you across that field, with you just waiting to take her into your arms like the end of a movie as the gentle rain poured down upon you two. Pitter pattering all over the ground to only barely mask your mutually exchanged apologies murmured in between sweet nothings.

There was no way this plan failed! Even if failing at first, nothing backed by the power of love is kept from prevailing in the end. Love is something that is eternal, it is unstoppable, and it is something that is built into every person in the world. Hard-wired into everyone’s brains, as far as Cadance is concerned, even if it’s only a little bit.

Cadance does everything she can to convince herself that you and Trixie are currently watching a TV movie together in one of your living rooms. Munching on popcorn as the glow of the screen is the only light source illuminating your interlocked fingers as you hold hands, with her eventually resting her head on your shoulder and tickling the side of your neck a little with her hair.

There’s no way Cadance can allow these students to stay single when they can have moments like that instead!

And they are, Cadance needs herself to believe this. So she knows that love cannot die, and that Valentine’s Day is just as sacred as she always knew it was. It’s the day of love! Love made it to the end of the day like always! Cadance just knows she doesn’t now have to try something for Veneralia next to avenge anything.

Principal Cadance stands around still in her full uniform, slowly realizing that she still saw you running away across that murky, sloshy field not even a minute after you had failed to enter the classroom and truly meet Trixie for real like she had intended.

Cadance wants to believe her heart telling her that everything’s okay and love prevailed in the end like always, but she has no choice but to believe her own eyes more. Her own eyes and the stake that is still in her heart as she stands before the mirror in full uniform as principal of her school

Since she knows she saw what she saw, and still sees it in her head right now, Cadance figures it’s still not too late. And she’s still in Canterlot High and there’s still time to convince you to change your mind and share a moment of romance with Trixie Lulamoon. Maybe the two students went to Crystal Prep instead, where Cadance has more authority.

Maybe that’s why she’s still not in Canterlot High anymore, but her heart knows that there’s still hope somehow.

Cadance’s heart drives her to turn on her personal radio/mp3 player device and sift through romance-laden oldies she loves listening to. She just needs something to remind her that love didn’t fail, and that it always comes roaring back like she always knew it would. She just needs to feel it!

Cadance walks around her bedroom in full Crystal Prep uniform, pretending Trixie and her to-be-boyfriend are right here in the presence of their benevolent matchmaker. Their benevolent matchmaker who’s starting to feel a little dizzy, only slightly lightheaded.

She begins to hear the haunting echo-y vocals superimposed over romance-drenched chord progressions of late 50s and early 60s hit songs about love and how potent it is. One old hit song after another plays and reminds Cadance of what a real victory would have felt like, and how different it would be to seeing that trail of footprints spanning across the muddy field, only going in one direction as the sky darkens and Valentine’s Day ends.

It’s too much for Cadance to take, to imagine this, even though she knows it’s one hundred percent true but she doesn’t want to face it. It can’t be true, but it simultaneously has to be true.

“Now now, it’s alright. You two can still date! It’s not too late to spend a romantic Valentine’s Day together… r-right?” Cadance stutters, trying to keep her neatly done hair from getting all ruffled up.

She begins to stumble around the room, resorting to removing her high heels so she can balance more easily. But then continues to almost lose her balance anyway, becoming disoriented.

Her eyes shoot wide open with shaking, contracted pupils as her hands begin to tremble. The oldie love songs continue to play for Cadance, and she’s doing her best to have this make her feel better. Her breathing gets heavier, and she begins to feel hot in her clothes.

Something is just…

Cadance doesn’t know what she’s thinking anymore.

She’s just…

She’s getting so hot in here. She doesn’t know what’s going on.

Cadance tries sitting back down atop the foot of her bed, then stands back up and paces around, twiddling her thumbs then soon swinging her arms back and forth, trying to think. But she can’t think.

Her mind becomes a confused flurry of conflicting emotions; her feelings clash and battle it out hard enough to make her jerk herself around the room as though she’s surrounded by a swarm of bees.

“Th-there… there HAS to be a way~!” Cadance’s voice becomes breathy and high-pitched as she falls back onto her bed, letting her hair now flail around more than her arms are. “Ohhhhhh… there’s gotta be a way!!”

Something keeps telling here that there isn’t a way… that it’s too late to find a way, because the footprints in the field stayed lonesome in one direction as the sky grew dark and the day concluded.

“No… no no no NO NO NOO!! It can’t be over! Today was supposed to be love’s day, it can’t be over!” Cadance cups her shaky hands onto her face and releases several hot breaths into her palms, kicking her stockinged heels into the wooden side of her bed.

Her gasps for air become louder, her soft chest heaves up and down while she lies on her back atop the bedsheets, letting her hair messy itself up against the quilted surface. Her whole world is spinning as her voice pushes itself higher as the feeling inside boils up like water inside a tea kettle.

“You can be together! You can still BE together! I know it! You two are in love, you HAVE to be in love! I knew it was a good match, don’t be scared it’s not too late!!”

It’s not too difficult to hear Principal Cadance’s increasingly emotional wails and cries from the outside after she flings herself back to her feet and endures the tizzy fit trying to take control of her pierced, broken heart. Two people who absolutely can’t hear her are the two she thinks she’s talking to.

Hyperventilating while she tries to calm herself down, Cadance continues to talk to herself, then whimper to herself as the truth refuses to stop dawning upon her. She continues to fling and flail her arms around, burning up so much in her suit that it might as well almost be in a literal sense if this continues as it is.

Her wide gazing eyes dart around wildly, her lip quivers… the stake in her heart burns as the lat 50s and early 60s oldies continue to play on her speakers…

“This can’t be the end for love! Love is everything! It’s.. it’s… Ohh, please just give it another try!” Wheezes Cadance, throwing her head back, letting her ruffled hair messily dangle at her back.

Her jutted out chin points almost to the ceiling, with the front of her neck swelling with each hot labored breath as her skin begins to glisten. She groans and sways herself around, unable to shake the feeling that she can no longer define to herself internally. Her eyes shoot open once more, vacantly gazing up at the ceiling, then look down as she starts grabbing her hands around trying to grip that stake in her heart before it sends her into any further of a frenzy.

With heightened, quickening breaths, Cadance fails to even find that stake, only becoming even more driven by the love songs that were always meant to comfort her and motivate her to follow wherever love takes her. She paces back and forth, tussling around with herself and losing.

A slight tingle can be felt forming at the base of Cadance’s spine.

“Please! You can’t let this happen to me! You have to get together, you can be such a sweet couple, I know it~!!” Principal Cadance fervently tries to get to the stake in her heart however she can.

Principal Cadance’s clumsy shaky hands begin unbuttoning the front of her uniform jacket without realizing it at first.

She continuously hyperventilates, soon going back to fix up her hair some more as the love songs she knows so well keep playing, desperately trying to comfort her in her hour of weakness.

It’s okay if she unbuttons the front of her uniform jacket just a little bit… she’s not breaking her school’s dress code as long as…

Upon looking into the mirror, it’s clear that Principal Cadance’s cleavage is now mostly in plain view. She tries to button her top back up, but can’t bring herself to, feeling like she’s only getting hotter and hotter.

She becomes increasingly jittery, something’s trying to get out.

Cadance fumbles around with her trembling hands all over the front of her uniform jacket, breaking the dress code of her school more and more until the jacket falls to the floor with a soft plop. A feeling of risk overtakes her as she still believes she’s in her school, and that she still has a chance to save the relationship Trixie almost got into.

“I… I-I… I jus… nnnnNGAH~!” Squeals Cadance in her desperate breathy voice, over the sound of a lengthening tear expanding down the front of her thin light turquoise blouse; the cool draft becomes more able to assert itself all over Cadance as her top gradually gets torn open.

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Hopped up on haunting love songs, Cadance returns to the mirror over the sink in a light grey tank top and tight black leggings, her eyeshadow and lipstick gone as the fluorescent light shines down upon her smooth bare shoulders.

Her wild gazing eyes lock onto their crazed reflection with a single eyelid twitch and swirly irises with bright heart pupils; her deranged grin widens and ever so slightly continues to quiver at the curved-up corners.

That tingle creeping its way up Principal Cadance’s spine could not be gotten rid of; it only persists and makes Cadance shudder with a quiet squeal between hot shaky breaths.

Cadance knows that she cannot go back outside like this until she sleeps it off; until she waits out the severe storm that is her unhinged wicked side. She’s not Cadance right now, she’s not even Decadence or Decadance. She’s Broken Candy.

Broken Candy giddily glares at her reflection in the mirror, still seeing her potential to be the most effective and potent matchmaker she wants to be… at all costs. If love can’t win alone, then lust will lend a hand.

With this, she waits for the next song to start before she begins to prepare and plan her next move, and Poetry In Motion begins to play on the speakers as she further ruffles up her messy hair. Broken Candy cartoonishly prances around her bedroom to the song, seeking a pen and paper to write and draw up a blueprint of her next move. She bites her lip and moves each of her smooth bare shoulders up and down at a time in a lewd shoulder dance as the music she’s hopped up on overtakes her completely.

Oh does the potency of love excite her so!

All of her plans are put down onto the slip of paper, both in writing *and* art. Broken Candy knows *exactly* what she wants to do with mainly you, but it’s going to be a little bit before you can properly fall into the snare she’s setting up for you. Maybe it’ll be Trixie whom you’ll fall for, maybe another girl, but sooner or later, Broken Candy is going to find the girl you’re a fool for.

But she can’t set her poetic plan into motion until she turns back to normal. She must become Cadance again.

Upon feeling the need to keep herself from becoming too unhinged, Broken Candy decides to put herself to bed and sleep her wickedness away for the night, leaving herself free to be her regular self Cadance again by morning.

It takes a little while for her to settle down enough to enter the feasible region of sleeping in the first place. But she’s already dressed for the occasion, and find herself drifting off within the next couple of hours after turning everything off.

Cadance must sleep now. She must slumber until her darkness goes.