"I love you... I love you... I lo-" I froze as I heard a knock at the front door. My rapid breathing stopped, my thoughts roaming wild. My finger stood on the trigger. There was another few knocks. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. I dropped the gun to the side of the chair and got up. I walked out to the front door, and reached for the handle. What if it's Fluttershy... I can't face her now.. Or ever again.. I took my hand away and turned around, looking back at the basement. More tears slid down my face as I started walking back.

"Cecil you asshole open up!" A male voice said. I stopped, turning back to the door. I walked over and swung it open.

"Patric??" I asked in shock.

"Hey Cecil.. Can I come in?" He asked.

"Yeah... Sure come on and sit anywhere." I said, motioning him inside. He went in and took a seat, me quickly following in turn.

"Did.. You need anything? Anything to drink or.." I said quickly.

"No.. Nothing at all. I just came with some... Bad news." He said as I saw his eyes glint with sadness.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's Colin.." He said.

"What about him? Is he okay?" I asked, leaning in.

"He died..." He finished.

"What? But.. What about the medicine? It stopped working..?" I asked in utter shock.

"I guess so..." He shrugged. I could see him holding back tears. I sat beside him, pulling him close.

"I'm so sorry.." I said, thinking back to the last time I saw Colin. It's been a long time.. The last time I saw him was when he brought Patric here, after he lost his wing. Patric lunged to me, pressing his head to my chest, his tears crawling their way out as I hugged him.

"We were so close Cecil... We almost caught him." He said as he wept.

God.. I didn't... I couldn't have expected this... I just sat there, letting him cry as I tried to understand.

"You really loved him didn't you..." I asked sincerely. He looked up, nodding.

"You two did make a great couple." I said.

"You're damn right we did..." He sniffled.

"Is there anything you needed? Really." I asked, staring at him.

"Well... This damn wing you gave me could use some tweaking." He said.

I smiled, "I'll see what I can do." I said, placing my hand on his cheek and kissed him. It was a short one, but absolutely genuine.

"Thank you... I'm glad to know you're always here for me." He said as another tear fell down his face. I wiped it away, pulling him in for another hug.

"Come on, come to my office. I'll see what I can do about that wing." I said as I stood up. He followed me downstairs. He sat down and I pulled the mechanical wing off, setting it on my desk.

"The hell did you do to it?" I asked, seeing several bolts undone, along with the tears and scrapes alongside it.

"I used them..." He said sarcastically.

"As what, a blender?" I asked as we shared a laugh. I grabbed a toolbox and started working on it.

"Go upstairs and relax, it'll probably take a few hours to get it all fixed up." I said. He got up and walked to the exit of the basement before stopping.

"You know... I missed kissing you." He said with a chuckle.

"I know." I said, grinning as I continued to screw in some bolts.

"When I left... I didn't mean to hurt you." He said. There was a long pause.

"I know..." I said.

"I just.." He said, turning away.

"Patric... I know. I knew you loved him. And I was alright with that. That's the past. I still love you and care for you. Really. So get your cute ass upstairs and get something to eat."

He smiled, "Yes sir."

I stared back down at the wing, scratching my head.

"Bastard... What did you do to my baby..." I mumbled as I started working on the half-mangled wing. It wasn't until I was relaxed that I realized how tired I was. My eyes started to droop... My head falling to the table.

"Maybe...Just a little nap..." I said to myself as propped my head on my left arm, my right hanging off the side.

"Just...A nap.."