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She looked up at him, her face red and still streaming tears. “B-but…you’re back! And you’re safe! A-and I’m happy!” She shook her head, leaning against him for reasons she didn’t understand. “I’m so confused now.” She swallowed hard. “A-as horrid as this sounds…c-can’t we be friends?” 

“I don’t know…” He said, drawing in a deep breath, whilst running his hands through her hair. “I’m just as confused as you are. Right now, I’m just worried about making you feel better, now.” He sighed. “We’ll just see how everything goes from here, I guess…”

She nodded slowly, knowing he was right. Emotions were high right now, and they were both tense and confused. “W-where are you staying tonight?” She asked softly, still not withdrawing from him. 

He did not withdraw from her, either. “I have no idea…” He sighed. He hadn’t thought of that. He had been too busy thinking about everything else. “When I came here, I was under the impression that…” He sighed, again. “Nevermind.”

She felt an instant pang of guilt but tried to swallow it down. “There are plenty of open rooms in the palace.” She told him softly. “I-I have to go where I’m staying soon, b-but I can help you find a room.” She eyed the blood on his chest, chewing her lip. “A-are you okay?”

Wade sighed. “That’s fine.” He shrugged. “Where are you staying?” He was just wondering. He noticed that she was eyeing his wound. “Oh, that…” He inhaled, deeply. “I had a few broken ribs earlier, but they healed. I don’t know why, but it hasn’t stopped bleeding.”

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She looked up at him, her face red and still streaming tears. “B-but…you’re back! And you’re safe! A-and I’m happy!” She shook her head, leaning against him for reasons she didn’t understand. “I’m so confused now.” She swallowed hard. “A-as horrid as this sounds…c-can’t we be friends?” 

“I don’t know…” He said, drawing in a deep breath, whilst running his hands through her hair. “I’m just as confused as you are. Right now, I’m just worried about making you feel better, now.” He sighed. “We’ll just see how everything goes from here, I guess…”

She nodded slowly, knowing he was right. Emotions were high right now, and they were both tense and confused. “W-where are you staying tonight?” She asked softly, still not withdrawing from him. 

He did not withdraw from her, either. “I have no idea…” He sighed. He hadn’t thought of that. He had been too busy thinking about everything else. “When I came here, I was under the impression that…” He sighed, again. “Nevermind.”

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She saw his tear…and broke down. Her own withheld sobs shook her as tears trickled down her cheeks. She fell to her knees beside his chair, nodding her head. “Y-yes. He does. I-I think he really loves me. A-and he said he always has…” She looked up at him, feeling sick. She didn’t want to hurt him. Yet in her head, she wondered if he was feeling even an ounce of what she had been though. 

“Wade I’m sorry…” She muttered, putting her hand on his. “P-please…d-don’t be upset. I’m sorry. I wish I knew how to make you understand…”

He immediately got down on the floor with her, and wrapped his arms around her. “Please don’t cry.” He held her closely, trying to comfort her. “I’m not upset,” he said, still sniffling a little. “All I care about is that you’re happy. Whether your happiness involves me or not doesn’t matter, to me, it’s just about you.” He turned his head, and kissed her on the cheek. “I just want to know that you’re smiling. I can’t bear the thought of you being upset. Whether I’m with you or not.” He stroked her hair, continuing to attempt to comfort her. “You mean the world to me. Even if we’re not together.”

She looked up at him, her face red and still streaming tears. “B-but…you’re back! And you’re safe! A-and I’m happy!” She shook her head, leaning against him for reasons she didn’t understand. “I’m so confused now.” She swallowed hard. “A-as horrid as this sounds…c-can’t we be friends?” 

"I don’t know…" He said, drawing in a deep breath, whilst running his hands through her hair. "I’m just as confused as you are. Right now, I’m just worried about making you feel better, now." He sighed. "We’ll just see how everything goes from here, I guess…"

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She shook her head, face hidden behind the straight, dark curtain of her hair. “P-please don’t say that…” She choked out. It was too much, too familiar to…someone like this. Someone who had loved and left her before and made his mark on her. And now, just as she was healing…wounds split open and leaked out painfully. 

She whirled on him, suddenly angry. “I don’t hate you. I can’t hate you. I can’t hate anyone. And that is my flaw. Hate would mean I could activly push you away. B-but I can’t do that to anyone.” She hung her head again, and pulled up the hem of her skirt. On her thigh was the mark that had awakened her fate…a twisted heart with a glow behind it. 

“Wade…I’m cursed to love and be left. I try to pick up the pieces…” She shook her head. “T-this time, I was thinking I succeeded.” She looked up at him, her face flushed. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she didn’t want to hide herself away. Not anymore. “Wade, I’m with someone else now. I’m sorry but…I couldn’t go on the way I was. A-and he cares for me, in the ways you did…” She covered her face with her hands, a shaking sob spilling out. “Oh Wade…why is this happening?”

“S-some…” Wade stammered. “S-someone else?” His mind began to race. How could this happen? Why’d he think that he was someone worth waiting for? He wanted to break something. He wanted to punch a hole in the wall. He could barely contain himself. He plopped back down in the chair, completely astonished.

About a minute passed, before he spoke again. “Twi… You just got to tell me one thing…” He looked up at her. A single tear began to run down his face, and he tried his best to hide it. He sniffled, a little bit. “W-whoever h-he is…” He drew in a deep breath. “He treats you right, right?” He began to stammer. “I-I mean, he makes you happy, right?”

She saw his tear…and broke down. Her own withheld sobs shook her as tears trickled down her cheeks. She fell to her knees beside his chair, nodding her head. “Y-yes. He does. I-I think he really loves me. A-and he said he always has…” She looked up at him, feeling sick. She didn’t want to hurt him. Yet in her head, she wondered if he was feeling even an ounce of what she had been though. 

“Wade I’m sorry…” She muttered, putting her hand on his. “P-please…d-don’t be upset. I’m sorry. I wish I knew how to make you understand…”

He immediately got down on the floor with her, and wrapped his arms around her. “Please don’t cry.” He held her closely, trying to comfort her. “I’m not upset,” he said, still sniffling a little. “All I care about is that you’re happy. Whether your happiness involves me or not doesn’t matter, to me, it’s just about you.” He turned his head, and kissed her on the cheek. “I just want to know that you’re smiling. I can’t bear the thought of you being upset. Whether I’m with you or not.” He stroked her hair, continuing to attempt to comfort her. “You mean the world to me. Even if we’re not together.”

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She looked down at him, and a terrible anxiety squeezed in her chest. She clutched a hand at her shirt, unable to handle the way he spoke. “Y-you’re not—” She muttered, but she couldn’t speak. Her mouth was dry and she didn’t know what to say. 

“I waited for so long.” She muttered. “I-I had wanted to use the communicator you g-gave me but…I was afraid. A-afraid I might not hear you on the other end, or worse…you didn’t want to hear me.” She spoke in a hushed tone, her voice breathless. She felt her heart thudding at a sickeningly frantic rate and she knew she had to calm down. She turned from him a moment, bracing her hands on the desk as she struggled to breath. 

He was shocked at what she said. Afraid he didn’t want to hear her? He couldn’t believe she could even think that. She was the only person he wanted to hear. He didn’t care about anyone else except for her.

Wade forced himself to his feet, and limped over to Twilight. He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Twilight.” He said, sniffling a little. “You are the one person on the planet that means the most to me. The fact that I’ve hurt you, like this, is just…” Wade searched his limited vocabulary for the right words. “… destroying me inside. You are the one person that I look forward to talking to. You are the person that I want to wake up, next to, each day.” He sighed. “But I’ve screwed that up…” His hand slipped from her shoulder, and fell to his side. “You have every right to hate me. You have every right to never want to speak to me again. I just want you to know…” He took a deep breath in. “That I love you…”

She shook her head, face hidden behind the straight, dark curtain of her hair. “P-please don’t say that…” She choked out. It was too much, too familiar to…someone like this. Someone who had loved and left her before and made his mark on her. And now, just as she was healing…wounds split open and leaked out painfully. 

She whirled on him, suddenly angry. “I don’t hate you. I can’t hate you. I can’t hate anyone. And that is my flaw. Hate would mean I could activly push you away. B-but I can’t do that to anyone.” She hung her head again, and pulled up the hem of her skirt. On her thigh was the mark that had awakened her fate…a twisted heart with a glow behind it. 

“Wade…I’m cursed to love and be left. I try to pick up the pieces…” She shook her head. “T-this time, I was thinking I succeeded.” She looked up at him, her face flushed. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she didn’t want to hide herself away. Not anymore. “Wade, I’m with someone else now. I’m sorry but…I couldn’t go on the way I was. A-and he cares for me, in the ways you did…” She covered her face with her hands, a shaking sob spilling out. “Oh Wade…why is this happening?”

"S-some…" Wade stammered. "S-someone else?" His mind began to race. How could this happen? Why’d he think that he was someone worth waiting for? He wanted to break something. He wanted to punch a hole in the wall. He could barely contain himself. He plopped back down in the chair, completely astonished.

About a minute passed, before he spoke again. “Twi… You just got to tell me one thing…” He looked up at her. A single tear began to run down his face, and he tried his best to hide it. He sniffled, a little bit. “W-whoever h-he is…” He drew in a deep breath. “He treats you right, right?” He began to stammer. “I-I mean, he makes you happy, right?”

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She felt his lips on her distantly, saw his face…his scarred face…and everything suddenly came flooding back. Everything that had made her sick with worry and fear, every moment she had been wondering about for months, every time she had hoped he was okay.

“How could you?” She asked softly, snatching away her hand. Her voice held no malice, no anger. It was confused and hurt. All the old emotions she had thought she had repressed were coming up, rising like bile in her throat. 

Wade felt like such an asshole. He never meant to hurt Twilight. There was never a moment he had not wanted to go back to Canterlot. He could only imagine what she had went through without him there. The hurt in her voice was the worst. It broke his heart, and wished he could just hug her and tell her that he was sorry, and then everything would be okay. But he knew that would never be enough.

Wade looked at the ground, and sighed. “I’m a fuck up… A fuck up who doesn’t deserve a girl like you.” He looked back up, into her eyes. He reached his hand up to his face, and pulled off his mask. His eyes were red and bloodshot, like he had been crying. But he’d never admit to it. “I know that you could never forgive me.” He took a deep breath. “If I could change history, I would. I would go back, and never would have left you…”

She looked down at him, and a terrible anxiety squeezed in her chest. She clutched a hand at her shirt, unable to handle the way he spoke. “Y-you’re not—” She muttered, but she couldn’t speak. Her mouth was dry and she didn’t know what to say. 

“I waited for so long.” She muttered. “I-I had wanted to use the communicator you g-gave me but…I was afraid. A-afraid I might not hear you on the other end, or worse…you didn’t want to hear me.” She spoke in a hushed tone, her voice breathless. She felt her heart thudding at a sickeningly frantic rate and she knew she had to calm down. She turned from him a moment, bracing her hands on the desk as she struggled to breath. 

He was shocked at what she said. Afraid he didn’t want to hear her? He couldn’t believe she could even think that. She was the only person he wanted to hear. He didn’t care about anyone else except for her.

Wade forced himself to his feet, and limped over to Twilight. He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Twilight.” He said, sniffling a little. “You are the one person on the planet that means the most to me. The fact that I’ve hurt you, like this, is just…” Wade searched his limited vocabulary for the right words. “… destroying me inside. You are the one person that I look forward to talking to. You are the person that I want to wake up, next to, each day.” He sighed. “But I’ve screwed that up…” His hand slipped from her shoulder, and fell to his side. “You have every right to hate me. You have every right to never want to speak to me again. I just want you to know…” He took a deep breath in. “That I love you…”

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She gasped, going to her knees beside him as he collapsed, his head making a sickening thud on the tiles. “W-wade wade, please…c-can this wait? Y-you’re hurt…again…” 

She put her arm around his shoulders, all thoughts leaving his mind as she tried to help heave him to his feet. Her face was pale, emotions suddenly welling up and her practical side pushing them aside. Help him first, ask questions later. “C-come on, l-let’s get you on a chair or something…” 

He pushed himself to his feet. “Thanks, Twi.” He huffed. “I got if from here.” Wade stood hunched over, clutching his arm to his wound. He limped over to a chair, and plopped down on it. He cursed under his breath, hoping Twilight would hear him. “God, this hurts.” He mumbled to himself. He didn’t want Twilight to think he was any less of a man than he was, last time they had talked.

Wade lightly wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “I’m so sorry…” He said, rolling up his mask. He leaned forward, and kissed her on the hand. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long… I thought about you everyday.”

She felt his lips on her distantly, saw his face…his scarred face…and everything suddenly came flooding back. Everything that had made her sick with worry and fear, every moment she had been wondering about for months, every time she had hoped he was okay.

“How could you?” She asked softly, snatching away her hand. Her voice held no malice, no anger. It was confused and hurt. All the old emotions she had thought she had repressed were coming up, rising like bile in her throat. 

Wade felt like such an asshole. He never meant to hurt Twilight. There was never a moment he had not wanted to go back to Canterlot. He could only imagine what she had went through without him there. The hurt in her voice was the worst. It broke his heart, and wished he could just hug her and tell her that he was sorry, and then everything would be okay. But he knew that would never be enough.

Wade looked at the ground, and sighed. “I’m a fuck up… A fuck up who doesn’t deserve a girl like you.” He looked back up, into her eyes. He reached his hand up to his face, and pulled off his mask. His eyes were red and bloodshot, like he had been crying. But he’d never admit to it. “I know that you could never forgive me.” He took a deep breath. “If I could change history, I would. I would go back, and never would have left you…”

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Twilight had been stacking and organizing a few things before headed out for the evening at the library. She had already closed the doors, and had the key to lock them lying on the desk. She was about to turn to put up a book when she heard a knock. 

“Oh, must be a late turn in!” She muttered walking over and opening one door. “Yes may I—help—you…”

She trailed off, one hand trembling over her mouth as she saw the figure  leaning into the door. “W-wade?!” 

“Hey, babe.” He said, smirking a little. “I missed you.” His eyes, then, immediately rolled back in his head and he collapsed on the ground.

You really couldn’t wait until you found something soft?

He cursed under his breath, as he turned over on his back, still clutching the wound on his stomach. “I almost forgot how beautiful you are…” Wade smiled at her. He strained himself to sit up. “Erg.” He murmured under his breath. “I’m sorry… For everything…” He sighed, still trying to sit up.

She gasped, going to her knees beside him as he collapsed, his head making a sickening thud on the tiles. “W-wade wade, please…c-can this wait? Y-you’re hurt…again…” 

She put her arm around his shoulders, all thoughts leaving his mind as she tried to help heave him to his feet. Her face was pale, emotions suddenly welling up and her practical side pushing them aside. Help him first, ask questions later. “C-come on, l-let’s get you on a chair or something…” 

He pushed himself to his feet. “Thanks, Twi.” He huffed. “I got if from here.” Wade stood hunched over, clutching his arm to his wound. He limped over to a chair, and plopped down on it. He cursed under his breath, hoping Twilight would hear him. “God, this hurts.” He mumbled to himself. He didn’t want Twilight to think he was any less of a man than he was, last time they had talked.

Wade lightly wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “I’m so sorry…” He said, rolling up his mask. He leaned forward, and kissed her on the hand. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long… I thought about you everyday.”

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Canterlot was dark. Rain pounded down over a shadowed figure staggering into town. He clutched a wound on his chest. His outfit was completely tattered with holes. Only one thing was keeping him from passing out. He doesn’t remember the last time he was in town, but he knows it’s been too long.

Eventually, he made it to his destination.

Well, we’re here.

He slumped against the door, and pounded on it. “Twi…” he coughed. “Please, be awake.” He mumbled.

Twilight had been stacking and organizing a few things before headed out for the evening at the library. She had already closed the doors, and had the key to lock them lying on the desk. She was about to turn to put up a book when she heard a knock. 

“Oh, must be a late turn in!” She muttered walking over and opening one door. “Yes may I—help—you…”

She trailed off, one hand trembling over her mouth as she saw the figure  leaning into the door. “W-wade?!” 

"Hey, babe." He said, smirking a little. "I missed you." His eyes, then, immediately rolled back in his head and he collapsed on the ground.

You really couldn’t wait until you found something soft?

He cursed under his breath, as he turned over on his back, still clutching the wound on his stomach. “I almost forgot how beautiful you are…” Wade smiled at her. He strained himself to sit up. “Erg.” He murmured under his breath. “I’m sorry… For everything…” He sighed, still trying to sit up.

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Canterlot was dark. Rain pounded down over a shadowed figure staggering into town. He clutched a wound on his chest. His outfit was completely tattered with holes. Only one thing was keeping him from passing out. He doesn’t remember the last time he was in town, but he knows it’s been too long.

Eventually, he made it to his destination.

Well, we’re here.

He slumped against the door, and pounded on it. “Twi…” he coughed. “Please, be awake.” He mumbled.