Say You Won't Let Go | Soarindash AU

❤︎ Chapter 8 | Accusation ❤︎

"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴄ ᴛᴀᴄ ғʀɪᴄᴋ ғʀᴀᴄ sʟᴀᴘ sʟᴀᴘ ʙᴏᴏᴍ ᴛᴀᴘ. . .

. . . sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ sʜᴀᴄᴋ sɪx ᴘᴀᴄᴋ sᴛɪɴᴋʏ ᴄʀᴀᴘ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ sʜɪᴛ!" - Pᴇʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀɴsᴛᴀʀ, 2020.

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   Hollow.

   Lost.

   Confused.

   Unwelcomed.

   Those were the only words that described how I felt. A sentiment of dark utterances. A line of discomfort and affliction.

   I wasn't entirely hurt after that. Mainly because it was just a misunderstanding. These were my friends we're talking about. Surely they'll understand.

   But deep inside of me, I felt a gut feeling they wouldn't.

   Especially virtually of the so-called 'trust' we had.

   "Was everything between us and our friends a lie?!"

   They don't divulge me. They don't trust me.

   And for what exactly though?

   The answer still remains unknown.

   After she had said the final word, I left.

   I left with nothing but a dry throat and moist eyes.

   I ran off.

   I was a wuss.

   I know I was.

   Regardless of being strong, I still had a soft spot. Which was only for them.

   After struggling with the doorknob and keys, I ran up the stairs and slammed myself onto my bed, feeling exhausted later on that night.

   I wasn't up to deal with it then.

   So I thought sleeping on it would be reasonable.

   But boy, was I wrong.

   I could barely wink a shut-eye.

   My mind was still swarming around with the countless possibilities on what I had done to piss them off so badly.

   And when I did sleep, I ended up waking up again with an ocean of sweat all over me as I relived those past remembrances. The crash, Mum and Father, and most importantly, the good memories we shared.

   It hurt.

   It hurt how Rarity didn't bother listening to me.

   It hurt how easily she could slice me down.

   It hurt to have a weakness for them to use against me.

   But was I gonna weep about it all day? No.

   No, I wasn't.

   'Cause today, I'll be seeking answers.

   The optimistic attitude is killing me.