Dark Skies

Well the days have been hectic; Rainbow is still mad at me for that incident no doubt, and Twilight is constantly dodging my questions about the day of the storm. I was sitting outside, in the brown grass, looking out into the horizon. The sun had shown itself for the first time in who knows how long. Twilight came out and sat next to me, we didn’t speak for a couple minutes; just enjoying the brief sunlight.

“Hey uh…Chase?” Twilight begins to ask.

“Yes?”

“That friend you’re looking for…Silver Shore? Why do you want to find him?”
I gave a look like she asked a stupid question, fact being it was more rhetorical.

“We’ve known each other since we were fillies. Silver and I could be considered the best of best friends.”
Twilight made a light chuckle, not sure why but I hope it wasn’t insulting.

“So…” She continued. “How did you meet?”
I look up at the sky, staring off into the void, remembering that one day…

Filly school just got out and most of the others were on their way home. I followed behind my friends in the school, yet something felt…wrong. I walked slowly feeling alone…even a little depressed. What I considered to be my friends trotted ahead of me, having conversations about subjects that I couldn’t participate in and that only made my feelings of outcast even deeper. I began to walk slower, trying to see if my “friends” would notice that I was out of place, they never did of course. It wasn’t the first time they did this to me, but I thought they understood how I felt about these situations. I guess they won’t learn, or they don’t care. I felt like the ones I cared about distanced themselves from me and nothing I’ve said before could make them see that I was being eaten away by doubt and abandonment. Each passing day, my walking go slowed tremendously, almost to the point where you can’t even consider it even walking. Another Tuesday passes by and my somber walk was running though paces again, but my head was down and my mane covered my eyes. It wasn’t like they saw my face anyway, but today was especially worse; as I walked, my mind drifted to thought and my vision became blurry. I ignored these signs but I couldn’t ignore the empty pit feeling in my chest, a void that felt like great darkness had itself in there…and sadness. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the rain, the drops running down my face, mixing with the tears flowing from my eyes. I tripped on a small stone and fell into a puddle, as I lifted myself out of the water; I got a good look at my reflection. My entire being had lost color and my fur became a steel blue-almost grey shade…fitting. My mane also suffered from my sadness as it too became grey and black. The only thing that l kept its vibrant color were my eyes, but what good will my eyes have to be when all I’ve ever seen was grey and bleak. I walked to the local park and sat on a bench, just soaked in rainwater. I didn’t care that I was pouring out, I just sat there to dwell in my own sadness. My head began to swing with thoughts, almost none of them positive, but then I caught something unusual. The rain suddenly stopped, I held out a hoof but the rain was no longer falling on it; yet I could see the drops still landed in the sidewalk. I looked up and I saw a transparent layer of green…something, but it was blocking the rain. I heard the clopping of hooves and I looked to the side, there was a unicorn, about my age that sat next to me, also soaked from the rain. He turned his head toward me and smiled.

“Hi, what’s wrong?”
I turned away, not sure how to answer, “N-nothing…” I lied through my teeth.

“Then why are you in the rain?” The unicorn asked. My eyes began to water as I remember why I was out here.

“My friends abandoned me, I was left all alone.” I stated, making a little sniffle every few seconds.

“Oh…” The unicorn said, expressing a genuine tone of sympathy. “Well… I could be your friend.” He continued.
I looked up at him, a little more than surprised to his proposal. He took of his glasses and brought out a handkerchief surrounded with the same green aura that held off the rain. As he replaces his glasses on his head, the ends slipped a little and he looked a little lop-sided. I chuckled a little.

“Sure. Why not? My name is Lightning Chaser, but you can call me Chase.”

“Nice to meet you Chase, I’m Silver Shore.”

“And a pleasure to meet you too, Silver.” I reply, holding out a hoof; to which he gladly bumped it with his own. Silver then had a little spasm is his arm and he pulled away quickly. I sat there laughing and I held out my hoof, a small joy buzzer wrapped around it. He gave me a mean looking face at me, but then began to laugh with me. We both sat there, laughing in the rain, two ponies that would become the greatest of friends.

My eyes watered at the memory of how I met Silver. I wipe away my tears with a wing and looked over to Twilight. She was crying profusely, hiccing every so often.

“That was…so sad.” She said as she leaped towards me and gave me a crushing hug.

“Uh, Twilight…*COUGH!*…I can breathe! *CHOKE!* I need air!”
*Sniff.* I heard another noise from the side. I turn to see Rainbow Dash, tears welling in her eyes as well. I hadn’t noticed her, since she was a pegasus like me, she tends to have silent hoofsteps. She turned away, trying to hide her face within her mane. She trotted up until she sat next to me, trying to keep her composure. She couldn’t hold it for much longer and she leaned her head into my shoulder, balling and sniffling. I just sat there, wings wrapped around Twilight and Dash; trying to calm the two mares were the term went beyond “crying.” The story touched them is some way that I can’t imagine, the bonds with their friends must have been strong; and I know what it was like of love a friend…to miss them when they aren’t here. I carry the two into the bunker and tuck them into bed, their crying had eventually made them fall asleep but there were some residual tear stains on their fur; and mine. They both slept in the same bed, figured it would make it easier on me because they are heavier than they look, and I took a nearby chair; propped up leaning against the wall, and drifted off to sleep as well. As I fell into slumber, dreaming about Silver and I enjoy our carefree life, one last tear drop rolled down my face and left a dark spot the floor.