Title:           Twilight in her room
Author:          fuckthisnameshit
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First Edit:      Wednesday 2nd of September 2015 03:41:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 2nd of September 2015 03:41:34 PM CDT

>You are Princess Sparkle, and you are trying to forget about the very...forlorn day you've had.
>Had to visit a funeral, the first one you'd cried at since...
>Well, rest in peace AJ.
>And Pinkie, and Rarity, and-
>You had to get that off your mind.
>Besides, the new elements weren't so bad, quite the opposite.
>They took on the traits of your old friends, oddly.
>And your old friends would want you to be happy.
>And as you toss yourself into yours and Anons bed, you focus on the one thing that makes you happier than any other...
>Anon.
>You get a warm feeling when you look over and see his end of the bed still unmade.
Anon, you untidy, silly human....my human.
>You feel a bit of regret when you remembered him at the others' funeral.
>Only time you'd ever seen him shed a tear was at those funerals.
>A giggle comes to your chest when you remember when he broke almost every bone in the left side of his body.
>According to Luna, who he was with at the time, he was trying to hang lights up around the castle and fell.
>Into a rosebush no less.
>She told you about how he had wanted to decorate for a holiday much like your hearthswarming, and was stubborn in the fact that he wanted it done his way.
>She said, "We believe he wanted to scream bloody murder, but would not for the fact he'd wake you."
>Another girlish giggle swells in your chest at the thought.
>When you came to inspect the damage, he had a sly grin on his face, masking obvious pain.
Ever with the bravado, around me at least.
>Some pride over floods you now as 'bravado' triggers another memory.
>The time Anon royally chewed Celestia out for some joke at your expense.
>Apparently, back on Earth, it wasn't so much a joke as a really derogative insult.
>The vein that only ever showed when he saw red stuck out vividly that day.
Haha! And she hasn't looked at him the same since!
>You begin a giggle fit that wouldn't stop for a few more minutes, with you in tears and clutching your on-fire sides.
>Then comes the memory of your marriage, and you have to choke back more tears, on a happy, but more serious scale.
>Celestia and Luna themselves presided over the entire thing.
>The day of your anniversary was just a week shy of Anons birthday, and your train of thought shifts to this.
>He just had his three hundred and fifth birthday party a few months ago...
The wonders of magic...
>Looked no older than when he agreed to try in his fifties since then.
>Kept him perpetually in decent shape too...
>No issues associated with age really.
>Even at what he had progressed to, he was surprisingly full of vitality and energy.
>Of life...
 
>The wave of tears crashes into you violently, varying all the emotional weight you couldn't handle.
...weren't enough in the end, it seems.
>Three hundred years of marriage, of love, of oneness...
Gone.
>Replaced by the black voidal pit of loneliness.
>You knew it was inevitable.
>Anons funeral was today...
...when will mine be?