>”Chrome...”
>”you really feel that way about me?”
>Master stands In the doorway looking down at you as you sit on the floor
>He looms over you like a mighty giant, and with you sitting on the ground hunched over scared, his size is doubled.
>his expression is unreadable, you honestly can't tell if he's ready to kick you, or forgive you.
>you can do nothing but hold Master's journal close to you heart.
>Master's... journal, his most private and sacred possession
>an object, that you shouldn't be dreaming of even touching in your wildest fantasies, is now pressed firmly into your chest.
>You can think of nothing to say.
>Master's gaze has you petrified to the floor where you sat readying the book
>His presence is overwhelming and you just want to beg at his feet for forgiveness, say you're sorry and that you didn't see what was written in the book.
>Master's attention shifts to the book you hold so close an he slowly extends his hand down to you.
>you look into his eyes, trying to determine what he wants.
>you assume it's the book, he'd never want to help you up right.
>you slowly remove the book from your chest at speeds that make it look like your hooves aren't moving.
>as you place the book into his hands he looks at it confused.
>”This is my journal, where you reading it?”
>his tone is neutral, he doesn't seem shocked or angry that you looked through it.
>but Master does want an answer, however if he thinks he's going to get a reasonable and coherent one your current state of shock, then Master is quite silly
>you move to answer, but all that seems to happen is your lips part and stay like that as the most pathetic sounding squeak escapes from it,
“aa~”

>you don't know what to do, this all happened so fast, this all started as you trying to stay awake, and now you're here, looking up at your Master having indirectly told him, 'you love him more than anything and wanted to be with him,' in all the ways that implies.
>He still wants an answer though.
>”Chrome?...”
“aah y-yyes I w-was m-m-master.”
>impressed that you actually managed to say that much you begin taking deep breaths.
>this is it, this is where Master decides your fate.
>'oh Celestia, he's probably so mad at me but doesn't want to show it.'
>'he's going to punish me, oh no what's he got planned... I bet it'll be weeks without food, no, MONTHS without food. He'll probably make me sleep outside in the rain, oh Celestia I’m so sorry I ever did this i'm so, so sorry.'
>now your crying again, but you're crying so hard you've given yourself hiccups 
>you try to stammer out an apology with each breath 
“i'm sor*hic* sorr*hic*y i'm so sorry ma*hic*ster 
>you sound truly pathetic, Master must hate you right now, you've gone through his private things and are now stuttering out 'i'm sorry, i'm sorry.' with no actual explanation.
>through the haze of your tears you look at master, the one beam of light in your life.
>you whisper below your breath, barely audible to even yourself.
“Please Master, I love you so much, I love you. pleeease~”
>you don't know what that would hope to accomplish, maybe it would make your punishment a bit lighter. Or it might make Master angry.
>but now you've said it to his face.
>he opens his mouth 
>”Chrome...”

>the pause lasts for an age 
>he drops to his knees in front of you with a loud thud
>now Master is eye to eye with you and you can see his face clearly
>There are tears in his eyes.
>”Chrome... I’ve always loved you.”
>Master reaches forward to you, with his arms held out wide, inviting you into him.
>”Chrome, I love you so much.”
>you can't breathe.
>this is really happening.
>you're not dreaming
>Master loves you, and wants to hug you.
>You cant contain your voice as you let out a shout of joy
“MASTER!” 
>you cry as you dive into him, pressing your head into his neck, feeling his tears drip onto your mane
>you hug Master, you hug as if it where the last time.
>you bawl and sob into Master's soft warm shoulder, how you've dreamed of this day for so many years
>you cry aloud into his clothes, the sound becoming somewhat muffled by the fabric.
“I love you Master, I love you so much.”
>Master wraps his arms tight around you, keeping you in his warm embrace 
>His hand rests against the back of your head, while his other sits comfortably under your wing
>”Oh Chrome, if you only knew how much I wanted to hear you say those words.”
>you rest there in his warm embrace never letting go.
>you want to be part of him where he goes
>you sniff, having cried yourself dry
>Master, has rested his body against the side of the bed instead of being on one knee now
>you tilt your head back and look into his eyes.
“if this is a dream, please don't wake me up.”
>Master moves his head close to yours with a smile that warms your heart
>he presses his lips onto yours
>the feeling is overwhelming, the sensation of kissing Master is pure heaven, something you never thought you would ever experience 
>you could die happy now, knowing how much he loves you
>you lose yourself in the kiss and close your eyes.