I Will Wait.

For as long as I can remember, the time we shared together was everlasting and a filler to the hole in my broken heart. When the world collapsed around me, you came as the goddess I needed.

There were many times where I wanted to take Applejacks rope and do what I trembled to accomplish, if but for a moment. I could hear the voices behind you, yelling at me for my hands to stay and not tighten around the beam.

I daren't say that death licked me so lovingly when I kicked the chair away, allowing everlasting darkness to hug me before the fires of punishment rose to consume me.

T'was the only way for me to live without losing myself, to taste freedom after your protégé took my life to this world. I only peered around me when I met your kind, when I merely wanted to go home and live the old life I had.

But you arrived as a light I cannot hold anymore.

You were a pony above them all, surpassing with your beauty and grace. I knew nothing of the royalty in front of me until you kneeled down and pressed a hoof to my mouth, silencing my blabbering with the soft tendrils of your love. And yet there was something with that one touch...something that I felt compelled to feel once again when you pulled me out of the darkness.

Your everything was...peaceful, as though the tranquility my kind cannot find lives directly in your old heart. You had this invisible touch that drew me away from the hells of my existence.

You had something about you that is...human.

But you were not human.

You stood brightly in the crowd when we met, you stood somberly through the town when my mind broke from how lonely I felt on Hearts and Hooves Day.

Everyone had a special someone, except for me...until you came along with a simple hello.

Hello is painful to say now, terrible to speak when I see you walking with another stallion, holding wings together after you became of age.

Still I remember the day your warmth woke me up, forcing my eyes to open to see the fear and rage you felt while carrying me to your home. Sad to say that you walked for miles without stopping, lecturing me about life and death while healing my neck of the scar that still remains.

But you felt it too...right?

That spark we shared when you saved me, when you became my princess?

You must have, for there was nothing in your world that could stop us from doing what we did after I poured my heart to you and felt it...crumble.

Alas you rejected me, pushed me away when our lips connected on that fateful night. But I pushed you back and forced my words to be listened by you. Until you denied entry and made me leave without another word to say, causing that rift to fall between us as each step made us grow miles apart.

I fought for you, I nearly died on each adventure your pupil refused to let me join. I tried to take away the worry and ease your pain by fighting the darkness you could not defeat on your own. I moved into your heart, killing the hurt with my hands by stopping the evils you failed to destroy.

You never could kill, only show mercy, but that's what made me fall for you so quickly.

And when I stood for you, when I tempted death with the beast that stole all of the magic, I saw the sorrow in your eye sparkle into a deepened glow of what I wanted you to feel.

Did the seconds pass when I fought?

Did the minutes of my gallantry awaken you?

Did my bravery make you see that I can win without magic?

Though it was with the help of your elements, the courage and morality I gave helped us stop the monster. My fists were small compared to his, my strength was nothing to the power he possessed, but I still climbed that mountain and took away his power by breaking his channels.

By breaking his horns.

Power, knowledge, pleasures from many mares...the life I could never have was in my grasp.

I could have been more than you...but chose not to be.

Neigh, for when you begged, pleaded for me to not devour myself with it all, to be the man I always will be in your eyes.

I gave it all back to you and your subjects, and walked away with a heavy soul.

Instead of waking alone in this world, alone in my bed, you came to me with an offer that promised me everything I could have as a leader.

T'was tempting to forget and live anew. Oh how easy it could have been if I just said yes to the change you promised would be the ticket to us being together.

And loving it was when you gestured it with an image from your magic.

Yet you grew angry and assertive when I said no to you. You refused to believe that I want to remain as what I am now. You hurt me with your words and your magic, you poisoned my mind with pain and sorrow after I huddled into a corner from how powerful your rage overwhelmed me.

I remembered how much we laughed together when that happened, I remembered the night we shared on the balcony as you lashed at my rejection of becoming your kind of lover.

Despite my best efforts of seeing with that eye, I still cannot find the damn fork when I try to look with it.

You said I was special in your heart, but the horrors you threw to me show differently when I said no. You were...my only hope of living to see that love is real, in which brought out the lifelessness you created with your fire.

So came the rope I wrapped around my breath, causing your kind to watch with trepidation before that shade around me was snuffed out with your light.

Tis no wonder why I tried to destroy myself. You were but a mare that could not decide on what to do with me when those tender wings overlaid my chest.

And you knew didn't you my love? You knew that it was half your fault and you did nothing but watch the rope strangle my body to point of being motionless.

A year...a year fazed through my eyes as I sat prisoner in your room, only to find that same hello from you be so painful to me.

Why does it hurt so much?

"Because I keep saying goodbye to you." was your response, your answer to everything that's happened to me.

You sounded quaint, nostalgic when the conversation drifted to the kiss we shared. I knew that if I were to interrupt you would silence me with your hoof again.

Hence why I stay still, so to not feel your love touch me and intoxicate my body to withdrawal.

Yet I spared my time with you, forgetting your sister's notions of stealing me away from you for the better.

But how did it go so harshly, so...tragically?

You came with but a gift that Pinkie Pie thought was best. A small box with letters you wrote but never sent to me. A gift is what it was...but one that made me so angry when I opened it and found your hello's to be the truth behind your love.

A friend you say; well nobody understood you like I did.

But overtime I came to the conclusion of this being no more than a torturous control to my soul. Your hooves touched me with that same love, but the letters gave birth to suffering that I felt every time you called me friend and touched my skin.

It wasn't until the last letter in my hand that I realized your manipulation, your cunning plot to break me of the love I have for you.

Many have forgotten the destruction I made in your room. However it did not change the fact of you admitting this ideal circumstance you wanted after I became well again.

So to say that you cried when I left you and your life to the loneliness again. Your sister was stunned when I burned your letters and said you are dead to me.

T'was my anger that overtook me.

T'was my love for you that broke and controlled me in doing the unspeakable before cutting you out of my scarred life.

It was then that I needed you.

And as the months of my ignorance passed by, I listened to the rumors of many. I listened and heard the sorrow of your kind when they killed my hatred with the tragedy you bestowed upon yourself.

Finally my words reached you, broke you down, but into something that I feared could not be repaired.

Thankfully I ran to you in time and stopped the shade from taking you, from plunging through your chest with the blade you found.

Mortal you called me, true and honest your voice sounded. Until the magic between us gave the connection we craved to share for the rest of eternity.

Your love became mine, your soul became our soul...and you told me with the affection I brought out of you. You gave me the blessing of your companionship, cascaded in your love and desire with such femininity, such satisfaction that I could not muster the proper words.

Your sister was upset...but she allowed us to blossom together under the most beautiful night she could make.

I called it making love, but you said it is becoming one with our minds and souls with ancient touches that made me lose myself to you.

How long did we pleasure one another?

How many times did you match saying 'I love you' with my thrusts?

Moaning and groaning under me, screaming and yelping with our godly bliss...you compared yourself as a foal to the gift I filled inside you every night.

Sex is what we abused so wrongly, echoing the halls almost each night with our passion. My essence washed over you, my mortality became immortality at the touch of your lust, love, and desire to keep me in your life.

Until the unthinkable happened...

It was not long before our anniversary that I watched you fall ill in the gala. Your legs betrayed you as your insides churned with our eternal passion.

As appeasing as it was when the doctor healed you, the news flooded me, for I had no idea as to what would happen when you showed the signs.

Not that it mattered to you, for I watched that smile grow as you pulled me close and wrapped my trembling form around your fur.

I felt exhausted when I felt you pressing your lips against mine. I could almost perfectly detail the sensation of what is upon my own with such strength.

Tis a night I will never forget.

Our minds were frazzled, our bodies weak and shaky from the riddling confession you said to me that night.

As was our hearts.

But there was one last thing I had to do for you...for us.

I never gratified about our minds becoming one, when you opened yours to me and drew in mine with impossibilities. And as we bear fruit the heat of our loins and minds, I realized your confession swelling into my eyes until they matted your fur.

I wonder how long it was before we told the kingdom?

I never liked the nobles you dealt with. Hence why you sent me to handle the troubles while you remained lazy in our bed, growing steadily over the months with the fruit of our lives waiting to exit you.

The Dragons still hate me for not speaking with the utmost respect, but they know better than to insult you...my former queen.

A sudden urge to cry befalls my day. It reaches to me as you lay waist in your sister's hooves and refuse to look at me. I never felt so ashamed and useless while holding the fruit you pushed out of yourself.

It was supposed to be grand. To think that all my planning went to ruin after I returned to you, only to find you bleeding out with our child laying on the bed...without a sound.

Alicorn, oh dear me you gave an alicorn. But she didn't sound to us, and that made me petrified as her hoove did not wrap around my finger.

I told you not to blame yourself, but you still did and took it out on me with every fiber of your broken body. We both died inside that day, but I was the one that laid her to rest while you hid in your room and waited to thrash me.

To think we had so much taken from us was enough to make our marriage remain strong. Until our love grew stronger with the tip of our happily ever after coming to an end.

I felt your lips press to mine one last time. And just before I decided to give my everything to you, my soul, my magic, my mind...Luna, Cadance, Shining, Discord and Blue Blood...they forced me to the floor so that I could watch you become anew...after giving me the sun.

You called me your husband, your lover, your everything...and yet...you don't remember me at all.

I cannot grow old anymore, I cannot turn away from the mare you have regrown into.

Your coltfriend is mortal, but it angers me so much.

I married you, I loved you, I gave myself to you.

So why did you lie to me?

Why didn't you tell me being immortal means being reborn every so often?

It isn't fair...no...and I will take you from him...from...from-

"Hello teacher."

I feel your muzzle press against my fist and soothe the anger away. My jealousy and sorrow dies as quickly as it grows because I love you too much.

You always did calm me down...didn't you?

"Celestia, my faithful student." I say to you with love and care.

Ironic, don't you think.

I want to be angry, but I see you smile warmly as your coltfriend quivers at me. So for now I will wait for you to love me again, like you did before.

"Teacher-" you say worriedly, as if I'm your father. "-You're crying again; are you sure you're okay?"

I wipe my tears away, just for you to see that I am okay...when I am not.

"Yes Celestia." I lie to you, knowing the truth would destroy us both. "I am just happy to see you. For you remind me of someone special...someone I loved dearly."

For now I will be your replacement.

For now...I will endure the pain of saying...

"Hello."

Because hello...is painful.

The End.