Chapter Twenty-One (Dinky`s Point of View)
"It`s alright," I told my mom. "Sweetie Belle and I are fine on our own. Go nap or whatever."
"Dinky, thank you..." Mom smiled weakly, tears forming in her eyes. She shut her bedroom door quietly and I walked back downstairs to Sweetie Belle.
"It`s that bad, huh?" She asked me.
"Yeah, I think she really loved him."
"It`s so obvious," She frowned. "I wish there was no such thing as heartbreak."
"Oh, what if we try and help?"
"What could we do?"
"Sweetie, you have an amazing voice! What if you sang her a song?"
"What song?"
"Um... Maybe you can write one?"
"And what will you do?" Sweetie was intrigued.
"I can draw some pictures? Oh, what if I get Doctor Whooves to apologize?"
"But I thought you told me he was a meanie head? I don`t want to talk to a meanie head."
"True, but what else might help?"
"I don`t know," Sweetie shrugged, starting a fresh drawing.
"What are you drawing now?" I asked after a few seconds.
"I`m drawing Ditzy," She explained. "See? Golden eyes and hair, grey body,"
"I think I`m going to-" There was a knock on the door and then somepony galloping off. "-get the door, apparently."
Except when I opened the door, nopony was there, the TARDIS was gone, and a paper was laid on the doormat.
"Ditzy Doo" It read.
"It`s a note!" I laughed.
"What does it say, what does it say?" Sweetie Belle asked.
I carefully opened the envelope and read it aloud.
(Listen to "The Last Night: Skillet" (Restart It If It`s Already On))
Ditzy Doo
I needed to tell you something, remind you something, but since there is no good way of talking to you now, it seemed needed to write.
In case you haven`t noticed, it`s the Doctor. I know what you might be feeling right now, hate, anger, sadness, or maybe even happiness, I wouldn`t know. And just because it is me writing, it doesn`t mean you should throw this letter away.
The thing I was hiding on my bed was a gift. I had spent all of the night before and then some learning how to make it. It should be attached to the bottom: if we aren`t going to talk or go on adventures anymore, I figured you should have something of your own in case you find your own TARDIS or have to head into battle, haha – a sonic screwdriver of your own.
River Song was from my future. Yes, I won`t lie to you, we were going to get married, but not for a VERY LONG TIME! She`s a Time Lord too if you haven`t guessed already.
"What`s a Time Lord?" Sweetie Belle asked. I shrugged in response and began to read again.
She`s okay, I guess. Don`t tell her I said this, though, but I would rather marry a Dalek right now. That wasn`t what I was thinking before I met you. In fact, I was kind of confused. But then I met you, here in Ponyville, and I threw her away for you.
I wonder why, huh.
River Song might love me, but I don`t in return (like I said, Dalek River Song).
From the moment I was in Equestria I was confused – I mean, you were a human for a few hours, you know how weird it is changing from hooves to hands and hands to hooves – and there you were, a beautiful mare, just sweeping me off of my feet (literally, because you are a Pegasus) and explaining how to be a pony.
In case you didn`t know, I`m not angry – I`m heartbroken, to be specific. I never said a word to her during this regeneration. We haven`t dated EVER, and I don`t think we will.
But do you know who I`d rather date?
Obvious choice: YOU.
Ditzy, I want you back. I still have feelings for you and I know you do to in return for me. Every place I went, I planned it specifically. Of course, some things didn`t go as planned, that`s a given. But I didn`t care because I was with you.
I`m sorry to break your heart, I`m sorry to be someone different for that split second in your eyes – I don`t care what you say, I made you cry, and I didn`t mean to. I really, sincerely, never EVER wanted to see you break down in tears, no matter what the occasion. That made me feel helpless, and I never want to make us feel like that again...
I wanted you to know this.
I love you, Ditzy Doo.
The Doctor
** PS, Meet me at Sugarcube Corner at noon today**
I stared at the letter with widened eyes. Sweetie Belle`s eyes were moist and she blinked a few times.
"He really loved her..." She sighed.
"MOM," I screamed, "MOMMY!"
"What is it?" She asked, flying down as fast as possible.
"You were wrong! You were SO wrong!" I handed her the letter and she stopped breathing for a second.
"You read it, didn't you?"
"We`re sorry, Ditzy, we were curious..." Sweetie Belle admitted for us.
"No, no, it`s okay." She began to read the letter and we were watching for any expressions.
After five minutes, she dropped the letter to the ground and slowly grabbed the envelope, pulling out a sonic screwdriver. She gasped and allowed a few tears to fall.
"We`re sorry," I frowned.
"It-it-it isn`t your fault," She stammered. "I need to talk to him."
"Sugarcube Corner, read the bottom." I told her.
Mom focused her eyes and frowned when a tear dropped onto the paper. She held the screwdriver in one hoof, the note in the other.
"Mom, do you still love him?" I asked her after a few seconds.
"I... um..." She looked around nervously. "Yes. Yes, I love him. And if you will excuse me, I have to go in my room." She was acting calm, but we all knew that as soon as her door was closed she would scream in happiness and literally have a party.
"I think our work here is done," Sweetie Belle whispered.
Author`s Note:
A bit adorable and sappy at the same time, huh? A bit of what I was going for. And it only gets better from here!