The Only Love

Chapter 6 > With her Eyes

She awoke on top of her lover, Tristan. Letting out a small giggle as she remembered what had happened last night. Her living room filled with the sent of honey dew as the sunlight shined through the window behind her. She sat up and started to trot to her kitchen. She wanted to make him breakfast in bed, or in this case, breakfast on couch. She had a guest room but he didn't feel comfortable in the bed, saying it was too small for him.  She thought about what to make him, but her mind was wandering. Thoughts about him keep popping up, she just couldn't get him out of her head. She needed some time to think about their relationship, what it has become.

It was going fast, she knew it. Only meeting him three weeks before, laying in her garden. He became one of her closest friends, second to Rainbow Dash. But now, he is something much more than a friend. He is her lover, her stallion if she can call him that. She felt like she had know him his whole life. Almost exactly like herself, shy and timid, caring and loving. He never went into town, I understand why too. When I first moved to ponyville, I never when into town, I just made everything I needed. When Rainbow Dash visited she literally dragged me into town. I forgave her, all I needed was a friend to help me, maybe he needs one too, just without the dragging part, I would never do that to him.

With all this thinking about Tristan, I had completely forgot about what I am going to make for his breakfast.

“Think Fluttershy, Think. Ah got it! Fish and salad! Oops.”

Peeking into the living room to check, I didn't mean to yell that. Thankfully, he was still sleeping peacefully. Fish and salad, granted it wasn't well thought out but it will do. He was always tell me about his home, eating meat was a favorite in his family but he didn't like it too much, it is always too tough, fish was more his taste. I have a freezer full of fish for my pets, also to ward off bears when mating session comes. Tristan was no bear or one of her pets, he was her stallion.

“Stallion, that's starting to stick.”

Thinking back, he never did tell me about his background, just that he had a rough upbringing, he held the details just like the incident.

“I could ask him when he wakes up.”

I said, pondering that idea in my head.

She had started to cook the fish on her rarely used stove. She didn't like to use it, mostly because she always found a way to burn herself on it. Her home was starting to fill with the smell of lemon and honey, she used both in her salad that Tristan loved so much. She thought is would be fitting to use it on the fish as well. Being the first time that she cooked fish, she was doing well.

Her mind started to wander again, this time she let it. Thinking back when she went into town a couple of days ago, she overheard somepony saying the reason the new human wasn't in town was because Fluttershy didn't want her new colt-toy to be “advertised”. I didn't think much of, well before last night that is. I really can't keep him off my mind. I really do love him, don't I?

Thinking of him again brought yet another though to mind, he wasn't looking like himself this morning.

She took the fish off the heat to let it cool before putting it in the salad. As the fish was cooling, she decided to check on Tristan. He was still asleep on the couch, she thought by now he would awake to the smell of the cooking breakfast.

“Tristan, you awake yet?”

There was no answer. Maybe he was a heavy sleeper, I thought as I walked closer to him. His face didn't seem right, It had a light blue tint, almost like ice. I started to get a little worried, walking a little faster than before.

I shook him while saying, “Tristan it is time to wake up.”

His skin was cold to the touch. She had way too many pets die to not know this feeling. Was Tristan dead? No, he is just sleeping, just sleeping. She jump on top of him to check for a pulse, jumping on him didn't stop the ever growing fact. She used her forehoof to check under his cold neck. She started to cry, holding it back.

Nothing, just icy cold skin.

“No, it can't it-- he was-- NO!”

Her body started to tremble, overcome with sadness. She couldn't hold her tears back any longer. Putting her head on his chest, she let the tears flow onto his now cold chest, running off into her pink mane. She was no longer trying to think, all she could do is just cry. Cry for him, cry for her.

Cry.

“Fluttershy, why are you crying?”

She looked up, letting out a small gasp.

“Tristan?”