I can finally touch it without any sick thoughts.

It was almost midnight now and Dexter was the only one awake at the library. He was caressing the edge of one of his knives with a true joy in his smile; after all not to want to kill anyone is good, isn't it? He has never put a finger on a blade without immediate imagining a throat this blade is slowly going through.

"Yeah, murder is such a terrible thing." he whispered. Uh... What was that? He was shocked by what he just said. Where the hell did that come from? I don't say things like this!

His heart began to beat faster. He was feeling very strange inside, like something was leaving, fading away from him. Then Dexter recognized it; the same feel that he had few hours before Rita's funeral, after he beat a random innocent man up to death in a restroom, but now it was something much more.

Fuck! He dropped the knife and put the free hand on his heart which pounded furiously. He fell down with his pillow and was immediately gasping on the floor, tears in his eyes. He was quietly crying with the face buried in the pillow. Oh my god! His mind was racing. I really killed so many people! He took a deep, very deep breath. I'm a... murderer! Serial killer! He thought when he realized. Dexter was having a horrified face. Just like all the restrained regrets and remorses of his life came to be finally felt. Like a tank of all the unshed tears just broke and the water was spilling out now. He wasn't able to get up from the floor, he was bawling into the pillow, trying to stop but ineffectively, so he just was keeping it quiet as much as possible.

"What's wrong with me?!" he cried agonised.

"Nothing," Harry said, smiling proudly. "Everything's actually all right. You're a real human by now."

Dexter has never thought that he would ever hear this. "But," he sobbed, "how is that p-possible?"

Without another word, Harry faded away.

Dexter lied there for about a half an hour. After he finally got rid of the torturing feel, he didn't get up from the floor yet; he could barely move, only to dry his eyes from tears.

I am a monster. He was thinking about his entire life, so many lives that he took, even though they were bad people's, it was paining him. This is crazy, stop to think about it! You can't change the past! Man up!

The human began to slowly get up. But fell down again; another shot of emotions hit him.

What the - He felt some overwhelming warm. His heart suddenly melted.

Joy and happiness. A picture of a yellow pegasus mare popped up in his mind. His brain was bombarded by hundreds of thoughts. Dexter didn't want to say this but the feeling was too powerful. "Oh my god!" he hissed. "I love Fluttershy!"

He was sure. "Yes, this is love!" he agreed with himself happily and amazed. "Oh god! THIS IS LOVE!" he shouted... in a whisper.

For the rest of night he couldn't sleep. He then cried for Rita, his mother, his brother, his father, and because he is so far away from his son and sister. Desperate guy.

Dexter has become a brand new person, the morning is going to be very interesting.

***

Bon-Bon was freaking out. All of a sudden, she got incredible anger, flipped a table over and began to destroy everything in her room.

"Me?!" she screamed with an offended facial experssion... more like 'I've lost it' expression. "So they think that it was ME?!" With her hooves she broke glass of a cupboard. The shatters cut her foreleg a bit and fell on the floor. She ignored the pain.

"I would never ever harm Lyra!" she shouted then gasped for a breath and a psycho grin appeared on her lips. "But I know who did!" Frowning badly. "...the human!" A cup crashed against the wall. She didn't even know why she suspects the human but she convinced herself somehow. Maybe she just needed to put the blame on somepony. "The human! Who else!?"

*Glass crash*

***

Dexter felt great. He came out from the bathroom to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Twilight!" he greeted happily with waving hand.

"Good morning!" she replied, smiling and continued in making pancakes.

"That smells great," he said, sniffing the air. "But I won't eat now."

She turned her head back at him. "Thanks... uh... and may I ask why?"

"I need to do something important now." Dexter answered and wanted to already go but then paused and looked at the unicorn. "Has anyone ever told you that you're such a cute being?"

Well, she didn't expect this, her cheeks blushed lightly. "Uh... thank you..." She quickly changed the topic: "Princess Celestia wrote me that she's probably got the way to send you back home but it's not clear yet."

"Great, beautiful Twilight!"

She blinked in confusion. "...Thank you... Dexter, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" he assured her, "Everything is actually all right!" and caressed her mane. "Now excuse me, I gotta go to Fluttershy!"

Sooner than Twilight could open her mouth, he was already away.

That was... WEIRD. Twilight thought.

***

As he walked by, his mind was somewhere else but he felt just great.

"You," somepony yelled. "You bitch, I'm gonna - hey!"

Dexter pushed the brown stallion away and with a true smile continued in heading to Fluttershy's. Then he stopped and turned back. He recognized him, the stallion that humiliated his beloved Fluttershy.

"You..." Dexter pointed his finger at him, badly frowning. "I'll be back."

The brown earth pony was offended by the ignorance. He shouted at Dexter going away: "Yeah? You're afraid of me or what?!" No response from Dexter. "Come back!" Dexter just ignored him.

***

"Fluttershy!"

He knocked on the door again.

He was already thinking of words that he'll use when confessing to her. The feel's great. Should I be straight or...

"Fluttershy, open please, it's Dexter!" he called while knocking again.

No response.

What's going on? "Fluttershy?"

No response.

Dexter tried to open the door. Wasn't locked.

Author's Note

...Dun dun duuun...