Always Smiling.

"I met him, right?"

Pinkie started, tears already streaming down her face, hair, already straight.

"I thought he was who I was meant to be with. I thought I could tell him anything I needed to, and he would listen. I thought he was sweet, kind and my best friend. I thought so."

She took a deep breath in.

"I got a letter from him a few weeks ago. He said he was doing fine. Just. Fine. And he said it was okay with him if I went to live with him there. The girl he went there for left him. And he wanted me back. I started remembering everything he did to me in our relationship. I wrote him back. And I gave him my opinion. Oh yes Pinkie did. I told him all my feelings. Little did I know, I never told him my true feelings. I let him know that I was hurt, that he had flat-out disrespected me. And that in the entirety of the world would I ever be in a relationship again, because he hurt me. I could never trust another colt, ever again. It just wouldn't happen. All because he used me. I let him use me. I let him."

Tears were now cascading down her face. She was shaking so badly. I sat next to her and held her hoof, as a friendly gesture.

"I was so stupid, I let him use me. Gosh dang it, I was his sex toy!"

She bawled to the point she couldn't continue. I felt ridiculously guilty. I left my best friend in the midst of this... She didn't know what was going on, and I couldn't help her... I promised myself I'd never leave another person like this ever again. Both Pinkie and I were crying... I couldn't help but notice Kaleido shaking uncontrollably, crying...

She shook her head. "Never... Never... Never again."

Kaleido shakily stood up. "I need to go. Good night you two."

He flew off into the blackness, towards Cloudsdale.

Pinkie stood up. "It's late, we should really go to bed now."

Her hair was slowly becoming frizzier and frizzier, each curl bouncing back into place...

"Hey Pinkie?" I needed to ask her one last question before I went to bed.

"Yes?" A small smile appeared on her face. She obviously had felt a little better about telling someone.

"What do you think of Kaleido?"

"Oh. Ummm... Well... He's nice, a good friend..." Knowing where I was going with this, she finished her reply, "I don't know yet. I just don't know much anymore."