>You take a sip of warm tea while your gaze falls on a distant Ponyville bathed in yellowish-orange sunlight.
>Celestia moves her sun ever closer to the horizon bit by bit.
>You idly wonder what she's up to right nos but you push that away and take another warm sip.
>Magic is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
>Your tea remains comfortably warm even all the way out here on this hill.
>Your eyes fall to the cup between your hooves.
>You catch your reflection and almost lose yourself in it before the silence is broken.
>"You know," Twilight begins.
>You look up and bring your sight just above your cup and over the tea set to the lavender alicorn.
>She gives you a content, albeit confused, smile.
>"Of all the things I expected when I woke up this morning,"
>She takes a sip.
>"This wasn't one of them."
>You open your mouth to respond but words just don't come.
>Twilight continues regardless.
>"Honestly. I woke up and just lied there for half an hour dreading what I was going to have to deal with today. Maybe a note form Cheerilee about some choice words you've said in front of your peers or maybe you get a wild tail hair and decide you are going to use spike to send something gross to Princess Celestia."
>She continues to list emphasize each point with her wings.
>"I'm still trying to dismantle that pyramid scheme of yours. Maybe you'll have goaded my friend's sisters into trying to break glass with their voices again. Heck maybe even a monster attack."
>Her left primary coming down on a right pinion with each thought.
>Several pinions later she comes out her train of thought with a blush and clears her throat.
>"The point is that this is really nice. Uncharacteristically so. I don't think we've ever done anything like this before and I'm glad we aren't arguing over something and we just got to talk."
>You really don't know what to say to that.
>All you manage is a helpless smile and a blush.
>You take another sip to drown out the awkward.
>Normally you could deal with being put on the spot when you were giving somepony shit but not this.
>You don't often hear compliments so you kinda don't know how to respond to them.
>As if picking up on the fact, Twilight continues.
>"Don't get me wrong, Anon. You drive me up the wall but that doesn't mean I don't like you. You are going to be a filly for a long time and I know you act out because its my fault. I understand. I'd be upset too. But that doesn't mean you can't grow to enjoy it I can't grow from your estranged caretaker to friend."
>Okay, you were expecting sappy bullshit when you invited her here for tea but what the fuck?
>Not that you mind but…
>You place your cup down and run a hoof along your mane.
"Laying it on kinda thick there ain'tcha, Purple?"
>She just smiles.
>It makes you smile.
>Dumb cunt.
>She magics away the tea set but leaves the blanket.
>"I mean it though. Deflect all you but we will talk about this."
"Listen, I'm not about to start talking about my feelings or not-"
>Twilight stands and closes the distance between the both of you before you can protest.
>She's hugging you.
>Hooves and wings wrapped around you like… like some dumb thing.
>You try and keep your shit together but you feel yourself start to lose the battle.
>Mercifully however, she lets go and rises to her full height before you do.
>You play it cool.
"That was gay."
>"Yes, and it made you gay too but that's besides the point."
>You get the joke but it falls flat for you.
>It really didn't.
>Only accomplished the opposite honestly.
>"We don't have to talk about anything right now but just know that I'd like to, okay?"
>She starts to trot down the hill.
>"Just think about it."
>You watch her go and are left with three feelings anda thought.
>You still feel the lingering sensation of her hooves and wings around you.
>You feel a horrible tightness in your chest that threatens to burst fourth from your throat.
>You feel a terrible bittersweetness that you can almost taste.
>And all of it contrasts so greatly with the thought you have it makes you want to laugh at the absolute absurdity of it all.
>Twilight magicked the tea set away and used her wings to emphasize points but uses neither of those to make her exit and hoofs it instead.
>Stupid dumb horse thing.
>You hiccup.
>You have to wipe your eyes cause the hiccup made them leak.
>Stupid hiccup.
>It happens again and your eyes get leakier.
>One might say you were trying to sob but they'd be fuckin liars.
>You look at Ponyville from atop your hill again.
>You look at a stupid purple speck on the next hill over getting smaller as it moves away.
>Everything is bathed in an orange hue now as the sun still creeps ever closer towards the West horizon.
>It won't be long now.
>Okay, so maybe you are crying now.
>In equal parts happiness to to all the sorrow.
>And dread.
>The worst part is that today was-
>"Perfect."
>Startled, you look over to your left just in time to see Pinkie Pie sitting on the blanket with you with an oddly subdued smile on her face. 
>She is also facing west.
>"Today was perfect."

>You'll never get used to that bullshit. 
"How do you-"
>"Shush, silly filly. You won't get an answer out of me unless you can tell me why you made our friends last day perfect. Not a teensy weensy peep 'til then."
>How…
>"And maaaaaybe a little birdie told me that today was totally the end of everything as we know it and everything you did today made a heck of a lot more sense than 'Woowie, Anon sure turned over a new leaf today for no reason whatsoever!'"
>Instead of dwelling on that…whaterver that was…you take the easier pill to swallow and find that you can't get it down either.
>Why did you do this for them? 
>You did chores for Appul, modeled fru fru crap for Marshmallow, played rabbit sitter for Butterflutter, stroked Blue Fast's hot, wet, slick and steamy…
>Ego.
>You baked and pranked with pink horse and brought Twilight up here and didn't give any of them shit all day as you normally do.
>If anything you planned on being an even bigger shit and doing some truly vile things cause it was the end but instead, well… you know the rest.
>You really don't have an answer.
>"Thank you."
"Huh?"
>"For caring enough to do all of this. It means a lot to me for what its worth."
>You sniffle, trying to take control of yourself enough to speak.
>It takes you a lot longer than you like, the sun noticeably lower.
>You have questions.
>There are things you'd like to ask but there just isn't that much time now.
>As the sun sinks toward the horizon you feel an unnaturally cold wind begin to blow softly at your back.
>It sends shivers down your spine and you let out a little whine.
>Pinkie turns her head to look back and… and…
>Her little smile melts into horror.
>You need to say something.
>Anything.
>Witnessing Ponk's face do that is almost more frightening than knowing what's coming.
>If you don't do anything you know you'll drown in your fear and start screaming and crying and never stop.
"I-Is it worth a hug?" you ask, your quavering voice louder than you intended in near panic.
>That manages to rip her trembling gaze from whatever it is she saw long enough to look at you.
>There is a low ominous groan behind you like the sound of an impossibly large beast in pain mixed with the sundering of a great sheet of metal underwater.
>Both of you flinch but you press on.
>Its the only thing you can do not to scream
"What its worth t-to you n' junk! Is it worth a hug?"
>It takes far to many seconds for understanding to dawn on the pink pony.
>Far to many noises of the approaching calamity occur in those seconds.
>No doubt they were hearing this in Ponyville now.
>"Yes. Yes it is, Nonny."
>She scooches closer to you on your little unimportant blanket and throws her hooves around you in a tight hug.
>You wished her hooves blocked out the sounds but at least her chest blocked you from seeing what was coming.
>That fleeting thought was a mistake.
>Slowly, you turn your head so your eyes peek under one of her pink limbs and you see.
>Oh god you see.
>Miles away, lie a encroaching wall of yawning black where all light seems to just stop.
>The lands and trees and other things are being engulfed from the east alarmingly fast.
>You start to scre-
>And its gone.
>The land, the black, and even Pinkie Pie.
>You find yourself floating on a field of stars.
>"You know, Anonymous, you could just try being polite and friendly and they would accept you readily and wholeheartedly as a friend rather than a nuisance or a villain. They've done the same for me."
>Startled, you turn around just in time to catch a blue hoof on your nose before your eyes shoot open and you find yourself staring at a crystal ceiling.
>Was that a-
>Fuck.
>Stupid fucking dreams.
"Stupid fucking alicorns trying to get you to talk about your feeling like some kinda gay… uh… Gay."
>You turn over on your fuzzy green side to get out of bed only to see a displeased purple alicorn.
>Go fucking figure.
"Well…"
>She teleports a bar of soap to herself and she beckons you to the door with a hoof.
"Shit."