Just Tell Her

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"Zizzy... W-will you be my...? No.... Stop shaking. Just... Just breathe. Z-Zizzy... Damnit... Zizzy will you be my V-V... Just tell her... It's just Zizzy! You've been with her all this time. Just... breathe and...-"

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An irritated groan slipped past the horses' lips as his hands reached up to tangle in his thick light brown hair. A brief moment of panic slipped through his mind as he began to pace the cold marble floor of his small bedroom. However, he quickly gathered himself once more, calming his racing thoughts and strained nerves with a series of shaky, deep breaths. This was Zizzy he was talking about. Pony had known her almost all of her life. The two had grown up together. They had only ever been separated all of that time because of college. But they had reconnected so well the moment they had crossed paths again. Every chance they got, they stood near one another, seeking one another out of a crowd. Every now and again, Pony would find his gaze locked on the Zebra, only broken if he was addressed directly or if she was to look in his direction. There was no doubt in Pony's mind that he had fallen completely head over heels for his best friend. The one that he had connected the most to from day one. With her, he felt at home. He felt happy. She was his one little glimmer of hope in a dark, dreary world that now belonged to the infected. She gave him a reason to live. Despite everything he had done and everything he had gone through, she helped him to keep his head above water and she helped him to stay out of the deep, dark recesses of his mind. A mind that was plagued with every dark deed he had ever done under the heavy hand of his former 'leader', Willow.

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There were times that Pony had Zizzy's back when she needed it and times that the favor was returned. He had helped to deliver the survivor back to the Safe Place with Zizzy when they had first crossed paths with Renjamond. He had helped to track down the radio signal back at the Outpost and had worked alongside Zizzy to fight off the group of infected soldiers that George had single-handedly managed to grab the attention of when he'd followed them there... He had done a lot of things that others couldn't. Things that he never would have believed that he was capable of doing before the infection had begun to spread. He had gone from a hopeless no one to one of the few survivors left in the world who hadn't succumbed to the Virus of the effects of Substance-128. He had learned to fight and protect himself from the very moment that he had been forced to take his mother's life up until the moment that he had been so unfortunate to cross paths with Willow. He had, by some small miracle, managed to survive his stay with the TSP and Willow. He had managed to slip right out from under their noses the first chance he had gotten and had managed to survive all of this time, despite all of the odds that had been stacked up against him. He could do this! He could ask Zizzy this one simple question! He had to grow a backbone and just ask her!

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The horse moved slowly across his room, trying desperately to put on a brave face. But despite his best efforts to force it there, he found himself hanging back the moment his hand came to rest on the doorknob. Why was this so hard? Why did this have to be so difficult? What was the worst that could happen if he just asked her? Well... to him... everything was on the line. There was a fear of rejection. If he asked her to be his Valentine, it would be glaringly obvious that Pony had feelings for the zebra. It would be obvious that he had fallen completely head-over-heels for her. If Zizzy didn't feel the same... If those feelings were solely one-sided, Pony would be crushed. If she denied him, he would fall into his former depressive self before Zizzy had come into his life to begin with... He needed this. He wanted this more than anything! Take a deep breath. Just relax. This is just a simple, easy question. The worst that could happen is she will say no. She wouldn't say no... would she? It will be ok! Everything will be ok! He tried to repeat those words over and over again in his mind as he paced the floor of his room in a silent panic. Zizzy was his everything. His entire world. In the darkest or lightest of times, his mind always wandered to her. His gaze always went to her. She was the last thing he had to hold onto in this world. These were all things he wanted to say to her and tell her. He wanted to tell her how he felt and how much she meant to him. But... these were all things he had never found the courage to say, simply playing along with the fact that she had introduced him as 'my friend, Pony' when they had met Ren back at the Carnival...

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