GOLDWING'S POV
I stare look at her
She's my age 1019 or a bit younger 1018 maybe, but radiating this fierce energy, like she's wound way too tight. Her face has a curious expression on her face, but it's her eyes that seem to cut right through me: icy eyes like a sharp knife that can cut you but at that time they had a lock fast on mine, not even blinking.

Suddenly the pounding in my head stops. Everything stops. It's like she can see through me, like she sees everything I am.
I can't look away.

The moment spins out for an eternity, everything else just fading away, like we're caught in the eye of a storm. My chest tightens with a feeling I don't recognize, some kind of recognition.

But that's crazy. I only heard of this mare.
Sense finally breaks through my weird daze and I drag my eyes away. It's like breaking a circuit: whatever weird sensation that just flooded through me fades but I know it's still there.

"sure I awserd and followed her"

I know I should ignore it. I can tell in side of her she's mad in pain or something but not at me. I should just leave her with whatever's making her so pissed; stay away from those dark, watchful eyes and all the fierce passion she has clearly just lurking beneath the surface.
But I can't.
I want her.
"You didn't tell me your name." I said following her still half-hoping she'll tell me to get lost.
"You didn't ask" she said
I smile, and wait another second, and then, finally, something in her expression gives.
She bites her lip. "Midnight"
Midnight
It figures. The girl was trouble. I didn't pay too much attention to my freinds book, but even I know, Romeo was screwed from the first minute she walked into his life -ok I really did't care what my friend Shakespeare was writing it I only suggested they die at the end-
"I'm Goldwing"I said back, and then I can't help but smile. Because she's still looking with a blank expression. Because for some strange reason, I feel better now, just knowing her name. Because when her eyes meet mine again, there's a crackle of possibility between us, sweeter than anything I've ever known.

MIDNIGHT'S POV

"So what's your story" I ask him.

He looked back "my fathers dead and my mothers a drug addict what is there to know!" He says pissed off

I look at him and say "well is not like I was trying to be dr. Phil and say do what you have to do it will get better"

"Better?" He turns, spitting the word back at me. His face is still etched with anger, his eyes clouded and bleak. "How can you say that?" He demands, coming closer. "What the hell are you even asking!"

"Because I can help"My response is quiet and trembling.
"Yeah? How?" He yells "What the fuck do you know about any of this?" he demands, furious. "You're just some pampered brat! What gives you the right to come into my buissnes, and act like you know a damn thing about it?"

"Because I know!" I yell back, my frustration finally boiling over. "Because I've had to deal fucking father more times than I can count! You think I haven't been here?" I demand, advancing on Goldwing. I shove at his chest, sending him reeling back.

"You think I don't know what it's like, getting the letter that he is to busy to see me because he's busy killing people! Believe me, I've seen it all." I spit, hollow from years trying to keep the truth from The world! So quit acting like I'm the one to blame here, when I did was ask!"

GOLDWINGS POV

I stare at Midnight as her words sink in.
She's standing right in front of me, those beautiful lips parted with anger, her fists clenched by her sides. Even if she hadn't just told me all of that, I would know the truth from the look of dark bitterness in her eyes.

She knows. She's been here. She's damaged, just like me.
I let out a long breath, and feel the tension slip from my body. In a flash, I realize. I don't have to pretend anymore.
"You know." I say quietly.

She nods, sympathy softening her face. "Your mom's in withdrawal," I say softly. "She's coming down. She's shaking, and emotional when she does't get them, she's trying to fight it, but the craving's too strong"."What is it, meth? Painkillers?"
I look away, but she keeps talking.

"She'll get through the worst of it soon," She adds, taking a step towards me. "But you've got to be kinder. She needs your support."

"She had it." My voice comes out twisted. "The last time, and the time before that. You think I haven't seen this before?" I ask her, hopeless. "You think I haven't tried to be gentle, and help her. But it's always the same. There'll always be another guy coming around with her fix, and she'll always go back to it. Nothing I do will make a damn bit of difference."

I sag back against a tree -yes were in the Canderlot forest- I hate that she's seen this, seen the worst of my life.

Then she shifts, and her wings in a friendly manner presses against my side.
It's just a moment. Just a touch. But that brief heat of her skin against mine sends the anger melting away, replacing it with a small wave of calm. A light, in all my endless dark.

"How long?" She asks softly.
"Years, off and on." I shrug. The words catch in my throat. It feels weird to be telling her this, when I've spent so long trying—and failing—to hide it from the world. But I know somehow, she won't judge me like everyone else in this town. She won't whisper under her breath, and turn away. It gives me the strength to keep talking, to try and explain.

"I don't even know when it started, I just know when she couldn't handle it anymore. I was fifteen," I add. "There was a douche of a boyfriend, and then he was gone, and she fell to pieces."
"I'm so sorry." She said

It's just a simple phrase, people use it all the time. I'm sorry I ran into you, bro. I'm sorry I was late. But when I glance over at Juliet's face, so pale and determined there beside me, I can tell, she means it more than anything.
She doesn't even know me, and still, she wants better for me.
It takes my breath away.

"What about you?" I ask, awkward. "Your dad…"
Juliet shakes her head, a sharp motion. "It's nothing like this. Most of the time, he can keep it together. Nobody notices," she adds in a small voice. "My mom tries to do the best she can and my step father lunar trieds but... They don't see. It's my fathers thing, you know: the life of a monster always having a good time... it doesn't even matter. Like I shouldn't care."

"That's bullshit." I say fiercely. "It matters."
She looks down, her pale face shadowed with years of sadness and resignation. I feel anger surge through me, a primal force. Right now, I want nothing more than to hunt her father down and beat him bloody for putting her through this, for taking her precious beauty and filling it with pain.

"I used to wonder, if it was my fault." She whispers, glancing up to meet my eyes. "If I tried harder to... If he loved me enough to..."
I reach for her, grabbing her by both hoofs.

"You know it's not your fault?" I demand urgently. "You can't save him, not if he won't save himself."

Her eyes widen, and suddenly I realize I'm holding her close, her body just inches away from mine.
I freeze.

She blinks at me, not moving and everything in my body
screams at me to kiss her: to capture that sweet mouth with mine, pull her closer, ravage her until that pain is gone from her expression and she can't even remember her own name.

I fight it with everything I have. This is all wrong, I know. To want her, now, after everything we've just shared. Knowing her story, understanding what she's been through. If she knew I was imagining those lips on mine, those eyes half-shut as I trail kisses down her soft throat… she walk away for sure.

I should be used to it by now—people leaving. Hell, I've done my share of goodbyes. But the thought of Midnight being the one to turn away… I don't know why.

Something clicks in our minds she just closes her eyes. I close mine and my lips finally crashing down on hers in the searing kiss I've wanted ever since the first moment I saw her face.
She's heaven.

longer! An awsomer in my original story goldwing was not so angry and stuff but THIS IS BETTER! WHOA YEAH!

Well Midnight Moon here logging off