Prompt:
>A Alicorn that tends to the statue of her lover and talks to it endlessly and promises he'll get better and that they'll travel the world together some day.

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-Celestia-
>"Princess?"
>You jump at the sudden voice and nearly spill your tea.
>You tear your eyes away from your Beloved and turn to meet the intruder.
>Twilight Sparkle stands in the doorway, a classic "Twilight" look of confusion and curiosity on her face.
>She takes a few hesitant steps inside and peers around the immaculate room.
>She looks over the enormous bed (enormous by pony standards, anyway), frozen in time under a glowing stasis field.
>If one were to look closely at the unmade bed, one would see a deep imprint on one side, made by a body that has spent an unnaturally long time in bed.
>She glances at the clothes dresser (glowing much like the bed) with foreign articles of clothing spilling out over the edges; clothing that hasn't been seen or used by any other race in centuries.
>She passes over piles of preserved books, and gadgets, and all kinds of photos that line the walls and sit on almost every available surface.
>Pictures of you and your Beloved, of course.
>Finally, her eyes rest on the centerfold of the room.
>The thing that ties the room together.
>No, not the rug.

-Twilight-
>It's a statue.
>An incredibly detailed statue.
>A bipedal figure is crouched down on its knees, steadying itself with one hand and reaching out with the other.
>Its clothes are ruffled and ripped, its hair is messy, and it's missing a shoe.
>It's face, though, is what makes it look so life-like.
>The face is twisted into a mournful, pleading expression.
>When you get closer, you can see tiny twin rivulets of stone tears running down its cheeks.
>This moment in time captured in stone was clearly one of great loss.
>It looks like it's begging somepony not to go.
>You cannot bear to look at it for very long.
"Princess, what is this?"

-Celestia-
>You put down your saucer and cup, and make sure that your Beloved's is left undisturbed by his feet.
>He used... he always chides you when you spill on the carpet.
"This, Twilight, is my Anonymous."
>You stroke his leg fondly.
"He's been with me for so long... longer than any pony I know, except for Luna.
>Twilight's ears flop down and she doesn't say anything; you suppose she must have too many questions and doesn't know where to begin.
"I can tell you ALLLL about him, Twilight, if you promise that Anonymous and I remain a secret."
>You giggle at the sudden memory of Anonymous and you dodging the paparazzi way back.... ago.
"Could you imagine how the press would react if they found out I had a mate? Oh, they'd just have a field day with it! I'd nev- We'd never hear the last of it."
>You lean in close to your student who, for some reason, takes an uncertain step backward.
>You know that Anonymous can cut an intimidating pose, so you try and reassure Twilight with a wink and a mischievous smile.
>"P-princess?"
>Twilight speaks slow and clearly.
>Is she really that afraid of your partner?
>Really, now; he isn't THAT intimidating.
>"You know that that's a... a... STATUE, right?"
>You giggle and stand up, and you walk around to the front of the statue to get a better look at Anonymous' face.
"Oh, I've said the same thing. Pale, smooth features... chiseled cheek-bones..."
>You smile and boop your Beloved on the nose.
"He's a real charmer, isn't he?"
>You turn to Twilight and she looks... worried.
>Why would she be worried?
>Is it becau-
>"No, Princess. That's a statue."
>You don't know why, but you can feel your heart start to pump a bit harder.
"No, Twilight," you state with conviction, now starting to get a little bit upset at your student's attitude, "This is Anonymous."
>Twilight moves towards Anonymous.
>"Prin-"
"He's a little sick right now, Twilight." you snap, taking a possessive step towards your lover, "And I don't think he wants to be bothered right now."
>You turn to face your Anonymous and cup his cheeks with your hooves, gently stroking his face and gazing into his eyes.
"He's... he got ill."
>Twilight doesn't say a word, and you continue.
"It was something from his world. Kan-serr. He said that it was untreatable here in Equestria, but that was a lie."
>You don't hear the sound of retreating hooves on carpet.
>You don't hear the click of a door quietly being shut.
>"It was a lie," you mutter to yourself reassuringly.

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epilogue
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-Celestia-
>You've been staring at Anonymous for... you don't know how long.
>He looks so gaunt, now.
>You don't know when he started looking this way, but you try your best not to bring attention to it.
>Stallions are so sensitive about their looks.
>Your tea is probably cold by now - Anonymous will be so upset that you wasted his favo-
>The door behind you swings open, hitting the wall behind with with a loud slam.
>"Girls, now!"
>Twilight?
>Your vision turns white as a wave of pure rainbow envelops you and Anonymous.
>What are the Elements doing here?!
>You try and raise your wings to shield your lover from whatever it is your student is doing, but you feel paralyzed.
>You feel absolute horror pool deep in your belly when your Beloved begins to glow.
>What are they doing?
>WHAT ARE THEY DOING?!
>They're going to KILL him!
>They-
>"Celly?"
>......
>What.

-Twilight-
>You've never seen Princess Celestia cry until now.
>She's sobbing like a little colt, cradled in the arms of.... whatever it is that Anonymous is.
>The creature looks so much different than it did in the statue.
>Its hair is cleaner and thicker
>Its face has smooth skin instead of wrinkles
>Those weird bulges in its flesh are all gone too
>You and the girls share a look at leave

-Good End-