The pain in his chest was greater than anything he'd ever felt before. He hasn't felt this type of pain in nearly a millennia, and it took him a while to realize that the tightness of his throat, the burning in his eyes and the ache in his chest was an emotion he long wished he couldn't feel.

So this is what crying feels like...

It'd been years since he'd done it. Thousands of years, in fact… Maybe even more than that. He couldn't even remember the last time he had cried, but he knew it was because of the same circumstances.

I ruined it. I ruined our friendship... She must hate me secretly...

I know I would.

When he lost Celestia because of his past actions, there'd been this very same pain. No, he had thought at the time, I can't lose her, I can't... I don't want her to hate me, no... No, no, no... But considering what he had done, and the anger that had been there as well, his pain turned into the rampage that turned him to stone thereafter.

This time though, his anger was only aimed at himself. He'd betrayed his only friend—no, his best friend—by siding with Tirek. Discord had hurt Fluttershy when he did that, he knew very well that he had, and while she forgave him...

Well, he had his doubts. He was still so afraid that she secretly hated him. That she secretly thought differently of him after what happened. He didn't blame her, though... He could understand why she would hate him, considering what he had done to her. But he didn't want to lose her... he couldn't lose Fluttershy... he couldn't be alone again, not again... he couldn't lose his best friend.

But all he could do was stand there at the window of her tiny cottage. He could see Fluttershy sitting there on her chair, reading a book. She looked so peaceful, so happy, and Discord wanted to go in and spend some time with her like they used to, but right now... He was too scared to go in. He was worried she wouldn't greet him with the same friendliness and care in her voice that she used to whenever he came over. He was afraid she wouldn't speak to him at all.

Right now, all Discord could do was stand there at Fluttershy's window, chest aching with sobs that threatened to burst at any moment and tears streaming down his face as he watched her.

Please forgive me, Fluttershy... Please still be my friend.

Please.

A/N: I lost a best friend once, back in 7th grade... she was a horrible friend though. I'm lucky though that I found someone else though, someone who treats me way better than my ex-best friend ever did... She's my best friend of almost seven years, and I don't know what I'd do without her.

Sorry if I made Discord OOC, but this idea came to mind, and Discord is a lot more vulnerable than people give him credit for.