- >Thank fucking god for coffee, you’ve made it through night.
- >No sleep though, no sir.
- >This is the last test, then you need a fucking nap.
- >”...Here we go. Test number forty two. Hope for the best.”
- >Cherry is strapped into the prototype and looks dead tired, like you.
- >The gemstone glows briefly and the wings come alive slowly.
- >As she starts to hover, you start the stop watch.
- >It doesn’t take her as long to lift off the ground as when you first started.
- “So far, so good.”
- >”Don’t jinx it! We are far from finished Anon.”
- >She looks pretty scared and annoyed.
- >Not that you blame her, considering she has to wear it.
- >And she has fallen, multiple times, on her face as well.
- >Thankfully you both set up some padding around the area to prevent any injuries.
- >It also helps that ponies are pretty hardy.
- >”Alright, going for a turn.”
- >She angles her body, and flies to the side.
- >Your heart is starting to beat harder, this may be fucking it at long last.
- >”Gonna get some altitude”
- >Cherry rises higher and higher, probably around twenty feet or so.
- >Slowly, she hovers lower and lower until she is about a few feet off the ground.
- >”I’d say that’s a success, but let’s see how long the spell holds for.”
- >You’re pretty fucking hyped, to think you both made this much progress in one night.
- >Then again, her and Twilight busted their rears the past few days to do most of the work.
- >You’ve mostly done heavy lifting and fetching different things.
- >Wait a second, it’s been easily over five minutes.
- “Holy shit.”
- >Cherry perks up at your words and giggles.
- >”Yeah, those changes really helped didn’t they?”
- >You nod and fold your arms.
- “Yeah, they did.”
- >Most of what was done is lost on you.
- >Doesn’t help you know jack shit about aviation or magic.
- >Looking down at the stop watch, you note it’s roughly been eight minutes.
- >She slowly lands safely, and you stop the watch.
- >Simultaneously you both cheer.
- “It fucking works!”
- >”Woohoo!”
- >Before you can continue to celebrate, she cuts you off.
- >”We can do better though, what’s the watch say?”
- >Looking down at the stop watch.
- “Nine forty seven.”
- >”So close, I’m certain we can reach half an hour at this rate.”
- >While that would be amazing, you already know you’ve gone pretty damn far.
- “Probably, but this is the part where I need a favor.”
- >Cherry raises an eyebrow.
- >”Do I dare ask what?”
- “Remember how I mentioned I wanted help making a friend fly? I’m more than happy to help you out more of course, but at the end of the day, I did this all for her.”
- >She smirks.
- >”A friend? You mean your marefriend?”
- >Not this shit again.
- “No! We have barely known each other for over a week.”
- >Cherry giggles and waves her hoof.
- >”Uh-huh, sure. Anon, I’ve heard of ponies dating sooner than that.”
- >You let out a groan, these damn ponies.
- “We’ve been friends for over a week. Last thing I want to spring on her is asking her out. She’s been through a lot.”
- >You nearly said too much.
- >Her ears splay back and she loses her smile.
- >”Oh...Sorry. Didn’t know.”
- >Letting out a sigh, you rub your forehead.
- “It’s...It’s complicated...”
- >Cherry straightens up and starts to remove the device.
- >”Regardless Anon, this is the ONLY working prototype, and you’re asking for some pony I don’t know to use it. You do realize this is my life’s work, right? I’m thrilled that you’ve helped me this far, but you’re asking a lot out of me.”
- >You were afraid she would say that.
- >Fuck it, you kneel down and start to plead.
- “Please Cherry, this would mean the world to her.”
- >She finishes getting the prototype off and gives you a look of pity before sighing.
- >”It’s not just that Anon, she could get seriously hurt. I’d rather not be responsible for hurting somepony. Besides, whose to say that the prototype remains stable?”
- “You built it and Twilight enchanted it, so unless you doubt either of your own skills, I’d say it will be fine.”
- >Cherry continues to look at you, and works her jaw in thought.
- >”...Fine. But! I’m going to be right there with you both. I know how this device works and you don’t.”
- “I wouldn’t ask you otherwise.”
- >She nods and turns her attention back to the prototype.
- >As the both of you clean up, you start to think out how to best approach this for Addie.
- >Asking her to come out here? Not gonna happen, she rarely leaves home.
- >You doubt you could even convince her without ruining the surprise.
- >A yawn reminds you that you need some sleep.
- >Cherry notices this and lets out her own yawn.
- >”Think we both should get some sleep, more work to do later anyways.”
- >You nod as you rub your eyes.
- “Yeah, I’m gonna head home and get a nap in before I visit Addie.”
- >”Alright, oh and Anon?”
- >You stop as you’re about to leave.
- >”Thank you for helping me out, Addie sounds really lucky to have you.”
- >You’re not sure how to respond to that, so you just nod and go.
- >As you’re walking home, your thoughts wander again.
- >You’re falling for Addie, aren’t you?
- >...
- >Of course not!
- >…
- >Fuck, this isn’t right. She needs support to get through her troubles.
- >Then again, maybe she already sees you that way?
- >You shake your head,
- >It feels wrong to even consider it.
- >Are you really that desperate to risk everything?
- >No, you won’t hurt her.
- >Just remember Anon, be there for her, that’s what matters.
- >You rub temples as you get inside your house.
- “Fuck I’m tired...”
- >Looking over to the nearby clock shows you got plenty of time before you need to head out.
- “I’ll take a nap, it will be fine.”
- >You lay down on your couch, and close your eyes letting sleep take you.
- >A sudden knocking awakens you.
- “What?!”
- >Looking over, it’s only been maybe ten minutes.
- >The knocking quickens and you get up to answer it.
- >As you open the door, Addie is standing there looking at you with a blush on her face.
- “Addie? What are you doing here?”
- >She says nothing, making you more concerned.
- “Is something wrong? Whatever it is-”
- >”Anon.”
- >Hearing her talk normal causes you to freeze up.
- >”I can’t...I can’t lie to you anymore...”
- “What are you saying?”
- >Your fear grows further.
- >She closes her golden eyes and reopens them shimmering with a smile on her face.
- >”I’m in love with you.”
- >Your heart beats hard and you’re not sure what to do at first.
- >She’s awaiting your response, and you remember what your thoughts from before.
- >You would never hurt Addie.
- “I-I’m in love with you too.”
- >She rears up, placing her hooves on your chest and knocks you onto the ground.
- >Your eyes open and you’re on the floor, worse yet, its nearly six in the evening.
- “Oh fuck!”
- >Though your stomach complains, you don’t feel like eating.
- >You feel awful.
- >Anon didn’t show up today.
- >As a result, you’ve been left to your own doubts and thoughts.
- >A few tears fall, thought you cried enough recently, but apparently not.
- “...I thought...I could rely on him...”
- >Sure he told you he was busy before, but at least he came over.
- >Dragging your hooves away from your canvas, you look it over again.
- “...It’s ugly...L-like me...”
- >You had tried to sketch, but ultimately, you couldn’t.
- >Instead you doodled in an attempt to clear your mind.
- >This picture has you and Anon all over it.
- >It’s probably fifth one you’ve drawn today.
- >Several more tears come forth.
- “...W-why do I do this to...M-my self..?”
- >You rip the picture and toss it with the small pile of crumpled up doodles.
- >Laying on the floor, you start to cry again.
- >Like the stupid filly you are.
- “...W-why does it hurt so much..?”
- >You already know why, no point in trying to fight it anymore.
- >Try as you might, you can’t resist.
- “...I...I’m in love with A-Anon...Are-aren’t I..?”
- >With those words, it feels like a weight has been slightly lifted.
- >You look over at the crumpled up doodles.
- >Each has him and you covering them.
- >It was so obvious, yet you tried to ignore it.
- “...What if...What if he doesn’t feel the same way..?”
- >…
- >You’d rather not know, but you can’t just keep hiding this from him.
- >You almost told him before, though your fear of rejection held you back.
- “...I don’t want...Can’t have him leave me...”
- >How much longer can you do this?
- >Can’t be sure, it’s not healthy, that’s clear.
- >Still, you want to be with him, at his side, together.
- “...I-it’s so stu-stupid...”
- >You let out a small groan of pain.
- >You’ve been alone for so long, and you’ve longed for another to share your burdens with.
- >Now it’s finally happened, and you’re so conflicted of it.
- >A loud knocking draws you from your thoughts.
- “...A-Anon..?”
- >What if it isn’t him? What if is it?
- >Another round of knocking makes you jolt.
- “...I better..J-just answer it...”
- >Picking yourself up from the ground to undo the locks, your fear mounts slowly.
- >You partially open the door and see Anon.
- >He is panting and the second he sees you, he tries to talk.
- >”...Addie...Thank fuck, that you answered...I’m so sorry about not showing up...”
- >You want to let him in, but you’re afraid.
- >Wiping away tears, you need to know what happened.
- “...W-where were you..?...I’ve been...Alone all t-today...I know we haven’t been friends long...But I...This...It hurts...”
- >Slowly you slouch, you want to tell him, but you’re petrified.
- >Anon breaths deeply and tries to compose himself.
- >”I can’t tell you everything, not yet. I promise everything will be clear soon, just let me prove myself tomorrow. I would never want to hurt you intentionally. I...I care about you too much.”
- >Your eyes slowly look to his own, you’re shaking now.
- >Should you trust him? He hasn’t lied to you yet.
- >It feels like you’re being torn in two, half of you says no, the other half yes.
- >Is this what it is to be in love?
- >He kneels down and clasps his hands together.
- >”Addie please, trust me.”
- >Your hope wins out in the end.
- “...Okay...For you Anon..”
- >He smiles like he has many times before.
- >”Thank you for trusting me, I will be back. Going to get everything together for tomorrow.”
- >Just as he stands to go, you quietly mumble it out.
- “...I...I love...I love you...”
- >Before he steps off the porch he freezes and turns slowly to you.
- >”Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
- >You try to summon the strength to speak, but all you manage is a squeak.
- >”Um, what?”
- >Come on you idiot, say it! Don’t sit there like a stupid filly, say that you love him!
- >Shaking your head you try again.
- “...I...L...See you tomorrow...Anon...”
- >He raises an eyebrow and nods slowly.
- >”Yeah, you too.”
- >As you watch him walk away, your heart plummets.
- >Closing the door, you slam your head against the frame.
- “...Stupid..!...Of all the..!..I-I couldn’t jus-just say it! NO!”
- >Nearly ripping the door open, you try to call out to him.
- “Anon wait!”
- >Freezing, you see he is gone.
- >You feel so pathetic, and fresh tears emerge
- >Closing the door once more, you’ve decided, you’re going to tell him tomorrow.
- >Slowly you trot to your bedroom, repeating the thought again.
- “...Tomorrow...I will tell him tomorrow...No matter...What...”
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