Book two of "Who We Become".
Being a princess means always worrying what everypony thinks about you. So when Twilight overhears a private conversation, she has to come to terms with how she feels about herself, love, and a certain somepony, all whil...
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It had been some time since the sun went down. The only light came from the soft glow of moonlight through the window and a single flickering candle on the desk. The candle cast long dancing shadows over everything, from the overflowing trash can, to the empty bed, to the purple alicorn scrunched over a sheet of paper.
Twilight reread the letter she had written. There was nothing wrong with it. It stated in plain terms what she wanted it to, avoiding sensationalism while also giving all the important details. It was the perfect letter for the matter at hoof. She balled it up and threw it towards the trash, where it bounced off and landed on the pile of other balled letters on the floor. She let her face fall to the desk. "Why is this so hard?" she grumbled to herself.
There was a slight vibration on the desk. Twilight frowned. She hadn't expected to hear from Sunset again so late, and she doubted her human friend would be sharing good news. She opened the journal in time to see the final words appearing.
'I just can't catch a break. And she seemed so nice too! Another wasted night on a bad date.'
That's exactly what Twilight had been afraid of. She quickly grabbed her quill, hoping she could catch Sunset before she was too far from the book. So she could help her friend sort through her problems, of course, and in no way because she was avoiding writing a certain letter.
'I'm sorry it didn't go well. Do you want to talk about it?'
It was only a moment before a reply came. 'Twilight? What are you still doing up? Probably researching something knowing you. It's already one in the morning, in case you didn't realize.'
Twilight rolled her eyes. 'I've only done that once.'
'I find that a little hard to believe.'
'Okay, maybe a few times more than that.' Really, Twilight couldn't say how many times she'd done that over the years, but Sunset didn't need to know that. 'The point is that I know what time it is, and I'd like to hear about your date if you want to tell me about it.'
'If you say so. The night started out great. We caught a movie and went out for dinner afterwards. It was a pretty standard first date, but she was charming, nice, funny, and best of all she really seemed understanding about the whole Fall Formal incident. But then I let it slip that I live alone and she started implying things. Once I made it clear I had no intention of taking her home to bed, she just totally changed her tone. Fifteen minutes later, she's already out the door and I'm stuck picking up the bill. I don't think I'll be able to date a girl who cares about more than getting me naked until college.'
'I'm sorry it didn't go well. You'd think they'd get the hint eventually.'
'That's what I thought at first, but now I think that's part of the problem. Everyone sees me going on dates with all these different girls and they probably assume they're all just random hookups. I think all the good girls are scared of the bad girl past, and everyone else just wants sex. I shouldn't even give them a chance anymore, I'm just encouraging them.'
