Rainbow Dash...is that you?

   Maybe it was the fact that it was a windy night, or maybe it was my own imagination...but it took forever to finally get to that small and inconspicuous trailer floating in the sky. Despite weighing over a ton, it floated gingerly on the cloud it was placed on. Almost as if it didn’t have any weight to it at all.

   My heart was in my chest and my entire body felt heavy as my wings flapped powerfully against the friction of the wind blowing in all sorts of directions from way up here. I wasn’t entirely too sure what I was going to do once I got to that trailer, or if she was even inside of it. But something told me I had to get up there. I had to talk to her. My brain was telling me this was the stupidest idea I’ve ever had but my heart was telling me to just keep going.

 Maybe I was tired of not feeling anything except numbness and maybe I was tired of crying all the time and not being sure why. Maybe I needed some sort of closure...but I had to see this pony at least one last time.

 Finally putting all four hooves on the edge of this cloud, I slowly creeped up to one of the windows and tried to peek inside. Luckily with the full moon, it was easy to catch a tiny glimpse of what actually awaited me. Squinting my eyes to help me see better, I scanned the room with my eyes, it looked like a bedroom. A large bed with a small figure already under the blankets it seemed, but it was impossible to tell WHO it actually was. I let out a frustrated groan as I tried to see if the window was unlocked, but just my luck it was actually open. I quietly opened the latch and sat in awe for a couple minutes. Then I realized they were up in the sky and the chances of a break in were pretty slim, considering his trailer was quite well hidden. Once I opened the room, I was hit with the strong fumes of a stallion’s cologne. It tickled my nose and I could feel a sensation of sneezing tickle it’s way through my nostrils. I bit my bottom lip and threw both my hooves over my muzzle, desperately trying to keep the sneeze in, since I knew I was a loud and violent sneezer. Once the feeling passed, I finally felt brave enough to stick my head through the window. It was a lot easier to see now that I was actually INSIDE. But I still wanted to see that figure sleeping in the bed. Surely it wasn't that pretentious douchenozzle, RedRobin. The figure was entirely too small for it to be him. I felt my stomach begin to churn...could this be the Fluttershy I had been so desperately searching for…?

I swallowed hard and lifted myself up enough to gently place my front hooves on the floor of the trailer. The carpet was soft, it felt almost like blankets themselves! I held my breath, as not to risk anypony waking up and one by one, I inched myself all the way into the room. Once I felt all four hooves touch the ground, I finally felt relaxed enough to breathe, at least as quietly as I could. I began to inch closer and closer to the figure, and as I got closer I finally saw who was really sleeping in front of me. I stood where I was as my ears lowered, and let out a tiny gasp. Mere inches away lay the pastel yellow pony, Fluttershy, her body rhythmically moving up and down as she breathed. Strands of her pink hair stuck out and like a river, flowed through the pillows and blankets she laid on. I swallowed hard, feeling a lump in my throat begin to grow larger as I tried to swallow it away. There she was, she was really here. I honestly couldn’t believe how stupid I was feeling. Despite telling myself over and over again that I had finally moved on, it was evident I hadn’t as I felt all those familiar emotions crash into me like a wave on the shore. I felt the same desire to kiss her as she slept and brush the hair out of her eyes with my wing. To cradle her again in my arms and gently hum her to sleep. But all those emotions were mixed with something else….anxiety. Fear. Fear that I could never do such a thing again, fear that those tasks once appointed to me were given to another, more reliable pony. A stallion even. A cocktail of heartbreak and happiness had finally taken over me as I knew I had to leave before the tears began to leak out and I would really be waking her up. I looked at her once last time before spreading my wings, making my way to the window.

 But, I was stopped suddenly..by the faintest whimper. My ears perked up and I gasped, slowly turning to see the pony still facing the opposite of me. She seemed a lot more rigid now and she let out yet another whimper, before I heard her speak.