Author's Note- So, another MLP story. Unfortunately ( or fortunately, depending on your perspective) this isn't the last, as I was possessed by an uncontrollable stroke of inspiration, multiple times. Now if only I could transfer that inspiration to Monster XD. Anyways, this is a very small short of Rarity after her sister has left, possibly for a musical career? I am not a big sister, but I am a big brother, and it wasn't hard to imagine the incredible sadness if my little sister left. And, although I'm a sucker for sad stories, I may post another story/ new chapter of Sweetie Belle coming back, for a happier ending! Don't know if I'll do that yet. Regardless, enjoy!
A Rare Bond, Broken
The hum of her sewing machine purred on, the only sound that echoed through the boutique. On a normal day, one would hear the rustling of fabrics, the occasional chime of the front bell, or perhaps the mew of her darling cat, all kept in time by her happy humming.
Not today.
She pushed the fabric through the hungry machine, a monotonous, dull-eyed expression dampening the exquisite beauty she strived to exemplify. The air, normally sparking with almost tangible creativity, had settled to a heavy film that one must drag themselves through.
She held up her latest creation, then dropped it, the expertly stitched fabric crumpling on the floor. She plodded over to a small table, flanked by two chairs. After settling into the left chair, one well contoured to her form, she glanced over to the other one, whose impressions a younger pony often occupied.
Today it was empty. Most likely it would stay that way.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips. Between the two chairs sat a small teapot, two similarly patterned cups, saucers, and two plates for holding a cookie or similar treat. All of this she ignored however, as her eyes were drawn to the picture sitting on the windowsill, overlooking the entourage.
The picture captured one of her favorite moments. The day where she had truly began to understand the beauty of being a big sister. She stood with a younger unicorn, both of them muddied and filthy, but all this was outdone by the radiance of their smiles.
The memory of it even now brought on a smile, though it could never compete with the magnitude of the one captured in the image, and it didn't last for but half a second. For no longer would she share that smile, no longer would she chastise the little filly for attempting to cook, or stay up late into the night talking endlessly, or bandage a scrape while wiping away tears.
Never again would she see her Sweetie Belle.
AN- Yeah, like I said, incredibly short. But what did you think? Did you like it? Maybe not? Should I do another, happier ending, or leave it the way it is? Leave a review, please, and tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!