*a few weeks later* you are [walking/flying] home when suddenly from a distance you hear "hey y/n!!!!!!!" it's pinkamena! "thought you didn't show up!!" you tell her. "Come [over/down] here! I have too tell you something." She tells you. You [walk over/fly down] too her. " I love you, y/n." She tells you. "I'm sorry... I- " you try to tell her before she storms off, her hooves overlapping all the other noises in the busyness of ponyville. You feel a rush of regret over your words, but you're unsure why.
