>"Fancy seeing you here."
"Come here often?"
>She giggles.
>Together you sit, enjoying the peace and quiet.
>"Just let me finish setting the sun, and then-"
"No."
>"Beg your pardon?"
"Let it linger."
>She casts you a sideways glance.
"Please. For me."
>She lowers onto her haunches with all the effortless poise you've come to expect.
>"Bit for your thoughts, dear."
"My dad."
>Minutes pass.
>"Anything in particular?"
"I've told you about phones, haven't I?"
>She nods.
"We used to talk at night. When we were both off work. He loved the moon."
>"Sounds like he'd have a kindred spirit in Luna, no?"
>An absent-minded chuckle escapes. 
"You could say that."
>Wipe your eyes.
>Quickly now, before she notices.
"Anyway, he'd say to me, he'd say, 'Son, look up at the moon.' So I would. Then he'd go, 'Even though we're hundreds of miles apart, you and I are looking at the same moon, right now together.'"
>She says nothing. 
>It's hard to tell if she's even nodded in your peripheral vision. 
"I thought about calling him one evening, y'know."
>Sniff
"The moon wasn't out, but the sun was setting. It was beautiful, just like right now. I can still see how the dying sunlight illuminates the wisps of clouds above the mountains."
>A hoof rests on your shoulder.
>"Anon, honey..."
>Keep staring West, just like you did on that day.
>Your vision may be blurry now, but the memory is evergreen.
"I picked up the phone. I scrolled down to his number, and then I hesitated."
>"Why?"
"Because I realized where he lived, the sun had already set. Night had come for him, just as surely as the twilight was upon me; then and now."
>"Anon-"
"Celestia."
>"Yes?"
"Please. Let it linger a bit longer."
>"I suppose I will. It is that time of the year, after all."
"Because it's Spring, but not for your ol' Anon?"
>You don't have the energy to pout; fake or otherwise.
>"Maybe partly for you..." she says, blowing a raspberry.
>By the gods, she's brave.
"Attagirl."
>It's quiet; still.
>The Light clings for whatever handhold it can find over the West, not going quietly. 
>Orange fades to pink, to various hues of purple.
"I regret not calling him."
>"You're sweating."
"I don't know what I would've said. I was so lost in that moment, the implications."
>Her muzzle brushes your forehead.
>"Sweetheart, you're burning up!"
"I miss him. Even after all these years, I miss him."
>Golden light envelops you, flickers, then fades to naught.
>"Darling, please. PLEASE."
>You blink, refocusing on her.
"What's wrong?"
>Tears cut sparkling paths down her ivory fur.
>"Don't."
>She bows her head, her barrel shudders.
"Hey. Hey..."
>You cup her cheek in your palm, as you've done for ages.
"Stay with me."
>"I'm not g-going anywhere," she manage to say between sobs.
"I'm not leaving, Cel. The girls. You have the girls."
>"I can send for them. There's still time!"
>Stars blink to life overhead. 
>You've always loved the stars.
>And the moon.
>But nothing like your love for the Sun.
>Your Sun.
>"Hi, Son."
>Dad?

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Call your Mom. Call your Dad. Call your friends and family members. Tell them you love them. You never know when it'll be your last chance.