For this story I used the dialogue prompt, "It wasn't supposed to go this far, I swear." This one is a bit shorter only because it was a smaller moment when Midnight Gleam packed her bag and left her family behind. This will be a two-part story as I want to show what happened and then why it happened. This story is from Hot Shot's perspective while the next will be from Midnight's perspective. She is meant to be seen as a villain from Hot Shot's perspective, but as any experienced writer will tell you, every good villain has a good reason. Until next time, please enjoy.
"It wasn't supposed to go this far, I swear." The dark mare said flatly. She hung her head in shame. The black hairs of her long and wavy mane nearly touched the wooden floor. The stallion simply stood in front of her, appalled at what he was hearing. "I don't expect you to understand why I'm doing this." She continued. She raised her head, her turquoise eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.
"So that's it?" He scoffed. "You're just leaving everything behind?" His voice carried anger and pain. Her eyes fell to the floor as if she were looking there for the answer. "What about our daughters?" He asked softly.
"You can tell them what you want." Her eyes met his in what he could only describe as stubbornness or defiance.
"Do they mean nothing to you?!" He spat the words at her like venom. He scoffed and turned away, not able to look at her anymore without his stomach churning so much it hurt. "Leave." He said, emotionless. "Just… leave."
She stood in silence and decided not to argue. She put on her saddle bag and opened the door. She took a few steps before stopping in the doorway. "I truly am sorry Hot Shot." He clenched his eyes shut as she walked out, the door closing behind her. After some deep breaths, he walked down the hall, avoiding looking at the family photos on the wall.
He sighed before opening the door to the bedroom. The two fillies were sound asleep, their breathing too soft to hear. He walked carefully towards the space between their beds. He noticed some hair had fallen into Nebula's face and carefully swept it back behind her small ear. She smiled a little, instinctively nuzzling his hoof. He smiled at the gesture, his eyes beginning to water as he leaned over and gently kissed her forehead.
He turned around and noticed Mocha had kicked her blanket off again. She was rolled onto her back, her back leg twitching with another kick. He sniffled and chuckled to himself before rolling her back onto her side, careful not to wake her. He covered her with the blanket and kissed her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, my little rockstar," he whispered to her. He walked back to the door, stopping in the doorway to glance back at the peace one their sweet little faces and the moonlight shone through the window above their beds, almost like it was creating a spotlight over the fillies.
"I love you both with all my heart. Nothing will ever change that," he whispered - half to himself - before leaving the room, going to his empty bed, and falling asleep.
Little side note, Nebula (Nebby) and Mocha Latte (Mocha) are twins. I wanted to include enough details for the readers to understand without exposition dumping. I will be making art of them soon on my DA as they are my favorite set of twins in my second next gen and my second favorite set overall.