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>The walk back home feels more like a march.
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>That itself is addled by the accumulated aches and pains throughout today’s work.
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>All in all, nothing too unusual.
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>Thankfully, respite lies ahead at home.
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>Once within that sanctuary, you can finally-
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>“Rest?” calls out a familiar voice.
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>Broken out of your stupor, you spot Connie standing by your front door.
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“Hey there, what’s up?”
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>Her brow knits, “Well, I’m here to get you.”
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>It’s your turn to knit your brow.
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“For…?”
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>A hint of a twitch is on her face, “Did you forget what today is?”
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>Wracking your brain results in shaking your head.
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“No, not really. Why, is it important?”
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>The second that question leaves your mouth, everything clears up.
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>It’s worsened by her gaze narrowing in on you.
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>Her visible displeasure is not unfounded.
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>That whole interaction happened a bit ago, with it replaying every so often.
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>Because today is special, and it has been discussed at length for nearly a month.
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>But the combination of work, along with a case of being scattered brain, has kept it off your mind for the past few days.
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>Yet here you are now, trudging slowly after Connie.
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>“What’s the hold up?” she asks, looking back.
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>Although it was on you for forgetting about today, she seems to be forgetting your own troubles.
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“Oh I don’t know… Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been on my hooves for nearly /twelve/ hours?”
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>A small scrunch crosses her muzzle, to which she slows to match your pace.
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>“Ah, right. I didn’t consider that.”
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“Yeah, I noticed.”
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>Was that rude? A bit.
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>But, it was the truth, nonetheless.
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>Whatever her reason, she tends to forget how much of a literal pain your career is.
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>And with today, not only did she forget, but she dumped not one, but TWO full bags of supplies onto you.
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>She softly sighs, “All right.” And looks at you with a smile, “I admit that I /may/ be pushing you a little much.”
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>Not even a second passes before she follows that up, “No, I’m sorry. That isn’t right. I am pushing you a lot today, Rest.”
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>Good, at least she realizes that.
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>“Though despite that, we’ve been talking about this in our meetings, so I want to keep to the schedule discussed.”
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>Correction: the schedule /she/ wanted.
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>You felt that winging it was easier, if not, better.
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>Needless to say, that didn’t sit well when it was brought up.
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>That doesn’t matter much now.
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>Today is important, after all.
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>So, souring it should be avoided at all costs, if possible.
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>Drawing yourself up, you spare her a friendly smile.
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“Connie, I’m sure everything will be fine. You just need to…”
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>You tilt your head from side-to-side.
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“...dial it back, that’s all.”
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>“I suppose you’re right,” she replies. “Though I do find that to be a bit surprising.”
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>You arch a brow.
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“What do you mean?”
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>“Because I thought you would be just as enthusiastic about today as I am.”
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“Again: I’ve been working nearly all day…”
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>That twitch from before returns, stronger this time.
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>She says nothing, otherwise.
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>While you’re no ray of sunshine, she’s different, and not necessarily in a good way.
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>Speaking of sunshine, there’s a lot of ponies out today; all friendly, too.
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>Most give a little wave, some a warm greeting, and others engage in simple, little chitchat.
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>Connie always returns either of the first two in kind.
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>As for you, well…
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>“Good afternoon, ladies,” greets a graying stallion.
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>Unlike Connie, you shoot him a hard glare, which hurries him along without a further word.
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>A pang of guilt stirs in your guts.
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>Mistakes were made, but can be avoided if the situation presents itself later.
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>At least this trip is almost over, as there is just one final turn ahead, then the matter of following the road until the destination is reached.
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>You two round the corner, yet stop almost immediately upon doing so.
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“Oh come on…”
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>A heavy, slightly hushed sigh escapes your companion.
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>Almost entirety of the street is covered in produce, trash, and other assorted bits and bobs.
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>That’s all sourced from a rather large pileup of carts.
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>There’s a crowd of various ponies gathered here, too, with none of them doing anything but arguing, gossiping, and/or gawking at the scene.
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>“How did this even happen…?” asks Connie breathlessly.
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“Dunno, but it did.”
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>“This is just great,” she starts. “It’s going to delay everything I planned out, and-”
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>You tune her out, seeking for a route.
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>That appears in an instant.
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>In spite of the aches, and the teetering of emotions, it’s clear what you must do.
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>With that, you take off in a full gallop.
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>“Rest, where are you going?!” calls out Connie.
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>Explaining would take too long.
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>There is no need to give her a glance to know that she’s giving chase.
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>Through the many yards you two dash, and around ponies in said yards, along with whatever else is in them.
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>Fences are leapt over as the impromptu marathon continues.
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>Angry shouts, glares, and even literal trash are thrown at you.
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>None of that slows your advance, as you dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge.
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>After getting through the very last yard, you come to an abrupt stop, though because you reached your destination, but-
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>“Y-you…” *wheeze* “...you c-could have warned m-me first…” says Connie.
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>That, and you’re not fairing any better.
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>You can’t muster a response, save for waving her off with a nod.
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>Your body trembles, having compounding the effects from work earlier.
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>It’s then, without warning, you plop your rear onto the ground, still huffing and puffing all the while.
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>Connie suddenly gasps.
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>You raise a brow in question, but understand when she scrambles to check the bags you dropped unceremoniously next to you.
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>Her eyes widen, “No, no, no!”
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>Hindsight is twenty-twenty.
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>You peek into a bag, finding the contents to likely be in the same shape as the other.
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“Oh.”
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>She snaps her head to you.
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>A very strong, powerful twitch is in her eye, “It’s crushed, isn’t it?”
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>Despite knowing better, you half-shrug and nod.
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>“I can’t believe this,” she growls.
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>She points a hoof at you, gaze tunneling in, “And it wouldn’t have happened had you not just taken off like some brainless oaf!”
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>Oh here we go…
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>Remember: stay calm, be the bigger mare.
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>It would be easier with a little cider…
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“Stop yelling, please.”
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>Her body begins to visible shake as her face turns from pink to red.
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>You swiftly boop the tip of her muzzle with a hoof.
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“Hold it. Take a deep breath in, then out, okay?”
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>She continues to shake, but does nod, and starts to breath as you said.
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>She does the whole process again and again, with each exhale appearing to ease her a little.
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>Eventually, a small, calm smile forms on her lips.
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“Better?”
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>She nods.
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“’kay, let me see what I can do to fix this.”
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>Saying nothing, she lets you have at the bags.
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>You fiddle with the contents of both, doing your best to undo the damage.
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>That effort amounts to, well…
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“Eh, I tried.”
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>She looks over each, working her jaw a moment before shaking her head, “It’s fine, I suppose.”
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>That went better than expected.
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>Knowing how she can be, however, they’ll be lecture about this later.
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>You pick up the bags, and follow her to the lonely little house at the edge of the road.
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>While she knocks and you two wait, you peer down the road.
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>The chaos from before is exactly the same as when you first saw it.
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>You shake your head.
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>A minute passes in silence.
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>Connie knocks once again.
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>There is still silence.
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“Odd…”
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>“Maybe she’s not home today?”
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>Shaking your head again, you give her a look.
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“Not likely.”
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>“Hey, for all we know, she’s out taking a walk through the park, or maybe she’s at the bookstore.”
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>You deadpan.
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“Seriously?”
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>“What? It’s entirely possible.”
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>As optimistic as that is, that’s a clear cover for worry.
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>Not that you blame her though, because you’re certainly starting to feel it, too.
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>You opt to knock, though louder than she did.
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>Time passes by, earning the same response as the last two.
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>That leaves one action.
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>You set down the bags, and turn around.
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“Stand back, I’m gonna buck it down.”
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>Her eyes go as wide as saucers.
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>Before you can go any further, she stomps, “Whoa there, Rest!”
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>She whips her head back-and-forth, planting herself between you and the door.
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>“Let’s not get too hasty. The last thing we want is to overact.”
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>Ironic…
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>This isn’t the time for arguing, however.
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“What if she’s hurt?”
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>Any semblance of calm dissolves immediately from her face.
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>In its place, a darker, more colder sight appears, “Then I’d tear apart the world to save her.”
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>You adopt a wide grin.
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“Now you’re speaking my language.”
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>Just as you go to buck, she raises a hoof, “Wait!”
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“What is it this time?”
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>“At least let me check if it’s locked first.”
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>You utter a low groan.
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“There is no time for that…”
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>“Let me try, anyway.”
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>Sighing, you step aside.
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>She turns the handle easily, and looks back to you, “See? There was no need for force.”
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“True, but it shouldn’t be unlocked.”
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>She nods, “Agreed.”
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>The two of you hurry inside.
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>Most of the living room is dim, lit only by the open door, with few cracks of light coming from around the closed curtains.
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>Connie draws said curtains open, though nothing appears out of the ordinary.
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>A simple look is shared between you two says what to do next: search.
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>You check the basement, while she deals with the first floor.
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>It’s dark, damp, cluttered, but otherwise, there’s nothing down there.
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>That feeling from the front door is fed by nothingness.
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>You return to Connie.
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“Anything?”
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>“No.”
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“Same here.”
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>It doesn’t need to be said to know what you’re both feeling.
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>A light creak comes from upstairs, drawing you both into looking up, with your ears twitching.
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>There’s a moment of silence, then the creak comes again.
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>Yet another exchange of a look moves you two into going upstairs.
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>That itself is slow, feeling heavier than it should be.
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>There’s a few rooms up here: the bedroom, bathroom, and the attic.
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>Out of the three, the bedroom has sole attention.
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>What feels like a cold chill billows from it.
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>That only grows worse when you’re both standing in front of the closed door.
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>A hard lump forms in your throat.
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>You swallow it down, and glance at Connie, seeing her face likely the same as yours.
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>Carefully, you open the door.
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>Like the rest of the home, it’s dimly lit.
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>Every step is slow, slower than going up, and even heavier somehow.
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>Aside from yours and Connie’s breathing, it’s silent.
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>Just like the living room, Connie pulls aside the curtains, but that does not make the situation any better.
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>The desk is a disorganized mess of papers (crumpled or straight), pencils, pens, and razors.
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>The bookshelves have been emptied, with their contents strewn across the floor.
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>And the bed has its bedding sprawled out haphazardly.
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>This atmosphere, it’s thick, harsh, hard to breath.
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>Everything feels frozen in time.
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>But that itself ends.
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>Because you see it.
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>Connie sees it.
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>The closet door is closed.
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>It’s /never/ been closed before.
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>If it was cold before, it’s now freezing.
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>A shiver courses throughout your coat as you two approach the closet.
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>You’re not sure who did it first, but both yours and her hoof are on the handle.
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>A single look is shared, then you both rip the door open.
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“ERI!”
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>“ERI!”
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>“Oh come on… why couldn’t you just leave me alone?”
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>She manages to utter a single ‘eep!’ as she’s glomped by you two.
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>“Nuuu! Stop it, I did not give you permission to touch me. This is a bad touch.”
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>“Don’t you /ever/ dare scare me like that again,” cries out Connie.
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>If you could, you’d say something similar.
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>She is safe.
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>She is all right.
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>She still groans in mock agony.
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>But despite that, the lingering fear withers away for the time being.
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>At last, you’re able to speak freely.
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“H-hey, um. Happy birthday, Eri.”
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>“That’s right,” starts Connie. “Happy birthday, dear.”
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>Eri deeply sighs, then shifts her gaze from you to Connie.
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>“It’s just another long, dark year of rotting and suffering; edging me closer and closer to the cold embrace of the grave.”
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>She’s still herself.
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>It takes some effort, but you two do get her downstairs to the couch.
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>Connie retrieves the bags from outside, and pulls out a large box from one.
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>It’s revealed to be a cake, which surprisingly, is intact.
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>“I don’t deserve this,” mutters Eri.
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>“You deserve a lot. Doesn’t she, Rest?”
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“Yeah, of course she does.”
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>“The only thing I deserve is death,” wails Eri.
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>Connie lightly titters while tending to the cake.
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>You grab a gift at random from the other bag.
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“Here, open this.”
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>A brief look of disapproval appears on Connie’s face, which you promptly ignore.
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>“I…” Eri starts, shaking her head, “I don’t know how to feel about this.”
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“I dunno, maybe happy?”
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>Okay, that was a poor choice of words.
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>And from the look Connie is giving you, it’s a mutual thought.
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>Eri utters a disturbing mix of a laugh and cry, and shakes her head.
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>“...as if that would ever happen to me.”
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>She’s always been like this, even before you two first met at the hospital years ago.
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“Well, go on, and open it, anyway.”
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>She tries, but is having a hard time due to the knot.
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>That’s Connie’s work; you always make yours so simple that even a foal could open it.
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>Eri’s frustration boils over into her biting and snapping the twine with a grunt.
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>You can’t help but utter a small giggle, which earns a glare from her.
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>Her attention falls back to the box, and she opens it, then pauses, staring at the inside for a moment.
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>Her eyes widen as she pulls out the gift, “A poetry book.”
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>There’s a very brief, small twitch at the corners of her mouth.
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>“And…” she opens to the first page, “you even got the author to sign it, too.”
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>Connie beams, “I knew you’d like it.”
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>Not wanting to be outdone, you fish out another gift, finding one of yours.
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>Eri has a much easier time opening it, and upon doing so, that twitch appears again.
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>“A teddy bear.”
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>She hugs it close, drawing a little warmth from your chest.
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“Do you like it?”
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>A stupid question, but you like asking, anyway.
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>She nods silently while still hugging it close.
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>The last of the candles are set, then lit, and as Eri looks to it, a small twinkle is in her eyes.
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>“I, uhm, well… thanks, girls.”
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“Anytime.”
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>“You’re welcome, dear.”
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>Honestly, despite all the troubles today – the long work shift, forgetting what today is, the pileup, or even the scare from earlier – everything went well in the end.
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>In fact, nothing could spoil this moment.
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>Eri blows out her candles.
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>“I wish I was dead,” she mumbles.
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>Okay, other than her wishing for that.
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