Lyra: I was your fillyhood crush…

Bon-Bon: I’m not done yet. After that we were friends for a few years- from the rest of primary into junior high. Then I had to move to Manehattan. I was upset. I didn’t want to go. Didn’t matter. It was all about money. More money to be made in Manehattan. My sister didn’t care but I never forgave my mother for making us move. From then on I was a horse’s patoot to her until I moved out and came to Ponyville. It would never be about the money with me. I wouldn’t allow it. [Pause] But before any of that could happen, as the carriage pulled up after my last day of school to wisk me away to a paradise of noise. I had one last pony to say goodbye to… You. [Pause] Anything? I always wondered if all those bad memories you repress also repressed the good ones.

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Lyra: I didn’t want you to go.

Bon-Bon: Heh… you sure didn’t. Because you grabbed my hoof and we ran. Halfway around the school, then we rounded a corner and slid into the gym- out of sight. And I thought, “This is it. Running away from home. New life. Together with the filly I love.” [Pause] Then you stopped. In the middle of the gymnasium, nowhere to hide. And you grabbed my hoof. And we started to sway, back and forth. We weren’t going to run away and start a new life together. You were just taking me back to the night we met.

Lyra: I couldn’t take you with me.

Bon-Bon: And I understood. I hated it, but I understood. Yours was a dangerous world. And no matter what I said, you would never place that burden on me. But that moment could have lasted a lifetime and it wouldn’t have been enough. You were a mysterious, benevolent filly that cared enough about me to not put me in harm’s way. You captured my imagination, and my heart. [Pause] Then my parents flung the doors open. You ran. And I never saw you again. [Pause] Until I did. Because you chose me. Except you didn’t.