She could hear the bell ring as the door to Sugarcube Corner swung open downstairs. She knew that meant Ditzy Doo was here again. Pinkie Pie sighed. A few months ago, she would have been happy to see her wall-eyed marefriend. But things have changed.
Ditzy's eyes had aligned. Her mind seemed to focus on one thing and one thing only; muffins.
Pinkie had asked herself so many questions in the past 2 months. What did she do to deserve this? Why did it have to be muffins?
The thought of the one question that meant the most gave Pinkie a lump in her throat…
Did Ditzy ever really love her?
A voice in the back of her head told her that this was all a part of the mail-mare's plan to get more muffins. That she just used Pinkie for her own personal gain. Whenever Ditzy came by, Pinkie had to have a plate of muffins ready for her. In the rare cases she didn't… Well, Pinkie didn't like to think about that. The pain had already been enough to deflate her usually bouncy mane.
She can't forget how her friends had tried to warn her. Rainbow Dash kept telling her that Ditzy wasn't right for her. For reasons of her own, of course. Dash never knew the real Ditzy. Nonetheless, Pinkie would ignore her. She was in love. Or so she thought.
All of her other friends-her real friends to her at the time-were always against it, but seemed to think it was useless. Once Pinkie Pie made up her mind, they knew they couldn't talk her out of it. The only pony that Pinkie never saw was Twilight Sparkle.
The party pony hadn't seen her bookish unicorn friend since she told her about her and Ditzy. Twilight seemed happy to see her, but when Pinkie told her, her face seemed to fall. She only nodded and gave a quiet congratulations before she had to return to her "studying."
Since then, Pinkie tried to remember to stop by the library every day. Sadly, she was always busy; whether she was filling customer's orders or baking more muffins, there was never time.
"Pinkie Pie, your friend's here!" Mr. Cake called from downstairs. She snapped out of her reverie, crawled out of bed, and dragged herself over to the full-length mirror in the far left corner of the room.
Her mane and tail were still limp and dull. Her eyes were tired and sad, the usual Pinkie spark long gone. The one thing that made her look completely pitiful, in Pinkie's eyes, was how… small she had become. She hadn't thrown a party in months. And that meant that she hadn't been able to bake for herself in a long time. All she could ever find were the muffins Ditzy left behind-and those were quite rare. Working up a fake smile, Pinkie looked away and made her way down the stairs.
The Cakes didn't know what was really happening between them. They thought Pinkie was just upset about something. They thought that she was just tired of throwing parties. They thought Ditzy was just a friend.
Was she ever anything more?
Ditzy Doo was standing at the foot of the stairs, her golden eyes staring Pinkie down. Pinkie's gaze fell to the floor. She thought she should be used to their daily routine; getting up early, giving Ditzy her muffins before she went on her mail route. Every morning, Pinkie would lay there in bed, waiting for the bell to ring. Then it was usually just a matter of seconds before she was called down to see her "friend."
"Hi, Ditzy Doo," She said quietly. For a split second, Pinkie thought she might be today. But that hope was crushed as Ditzy gave her usual response.
"Muffins."