The light was so warm and embracing, its gentle caress against my skin soothed me while it shimmered down upon me with its everlasting rays of light. Though, I was staring upon the edges of the cliff sitting on the swing of this old cherub tree, I listened closely to her who stood at the edge in her beauty. She began slow and settled, giving not just me but the sky a note of her ode. Her voice was the taste of honey that formed into a soothing symphony and as she strung her bow against the chords of her hymn, it was in bask of a great aurora of love, warmth, and sadly pain. When you listen to a Siren, you will not just hear her calling out to you to your doom...you hear the pain in her voice that only strings to her loneliness.
When she first came here to this small rural town, no one truly understood her. She barely spoke in class, stood in the back from the teacher's and student's eyes, and kept no contact with the others. She seemed perfect, great to be a ghost of the school where she could be hit by a bus and no one at Canterlot High would even mourn for her. She was better off that way...in just being a ghost. Until she made her chance to shine into the living.
She was slow at first, making a chance to share her goal to commune with others and as I watch her struggle through, many pushed her away. They all treated her like a fool. I frowned at this, it was not the first time someone like her wanted to make friends or be somebody. When you want to make friends, you need to prove your existence. Sometimes fighting or relating with a particular fad would start you fresh, but the way she did it was sad. She had no experience, she had no clue what anyone talked about, and she was lost.
It was sad...
And yet I found it hard not to laugh.
So she tried...and tried...and bled...and cried. And still it was funny. I watched her still get up and continue to be alive. To have that sense of existence. To make the world know she was here, even if it meant her earning a cold...miserable...shoulder. The teachers scolded her, the students mocked her, and the principles were blinded with their work, they didn't know she even existed. It was perfect, she was the perfect victim.
I...pity her.
Then she had that moment any lonely school girl would have, that moment to shine. She sung in a choir finally, causing the students to become awe, the music teacher was stunned, and I was...allured. It could be wise of me to use such a big word for you, but I was infatuated with her voice. It was beautiful, overwhelming, pulling me in like a siren. Her voice was dulcet and her tranquil smile was almost as if she was actually amiable. The bullies of hers from yesterday, became the false friends of hers today...
And I could not help but find...it...repulsing to say the least. She was...imperfect...but wonderful at the same time. However, I knew this wouldn't last long enough...for even we can be like Icarus, and smack down hard by Apollo's fury.
Days...weeks...this siren sung for many and I only watched. Her skin uncoiled, her silent nature was no longer quiet, and the happiness she contained was tainted by a lie that lied in her voice. Sure, she sung beautiful, but she sung to the wrong crowd. They did not deserve to hear her out, but sadly...she was too lost to even notice what they actually was seeking out of her. And how her voice was so compelling to them all.
As she grew her melodies, I sat and only listened. You see, there was something they all failed to see in her, and it was the message in her voice. She was crying...without shedding tears. Those lovely notes being given to us all were simply sad letters forming words, where the words formed only a sign to her suffering, and opened my eyes and ears to watch and listen. They listened to what they felt, but I listened to how she felt, and it was there...she discovered the saddest thing about her that made her regret ever gaining the attention she had always yearned for.
Suffering.
And it was still hard not to laugh at it.
I bet you think I'm the most horrible person in the world...honestly...you don't even know me like I knew this girl.
I knew her schedule, figured out her notes, and watched the places she mostly stays away from and goes to. She was an angel, always trying to be good, but she was a suffering one,only able to sing to the wrong crowd about her pain, how she truly feels with this world. How she truly feels towards the world? The world that cast her to the sea.
So I let time play its chorus and the crowd clap their beats, for as long as she could sing, I was still the second person who knew what she was trying to mean. You would have problably wanted to hold her, talk to her, or ask her out, but literally, you know wouldn't have in the first place. All you'all be focused on...is just her voice, but not her until I bring it up. She is like us...she is searching for something in this sad world, but no one is helping her find it. Why should I help...? Because I knew...that she knew she was all alone and shall always be.
So we are here now, after a whole year, where Fūjin blew his winds with his harp and the old tunes of the chorus of Fates played their melodic chords and notes. This was the final stage as the only crowd before her was the sky, sea below the cliffs, and me. She sung...slowly...crying down where her tears would drop into the heartless sea of Poseidon.
And I simply just watched, swinging back and forth slowly on the swing attached to the branch. The sun shined upon her now, and thus her final ode was done. The epilogue was concluded and she looked back...at me.
She knew...that I only listened to her the entire time and did nothing to accommodate her persistent to exist. I did not frown, I did not smile, and I did not turn away. We look at each other and our gazes did not break. She stepped back and my swing stopped with me. And I watched her...slip away with a smile...
She was free...and no longer suffer.
The winds all died out and the symphony that played along her melodies were gone. She had finished...it was last thing I ever heard from such a beautiful creature. Sunset Shimmer...my name was the last I heard...from her. Adagio...
And I still...couldn't help...but smile.
To Be Concluded
Nine inch Nails-The Great Below belongs to Nine inch Nails.
Author's Note
If you didn't know yet, I left a hidden link in the description of the story. 
Don't think this is the end, I have an Epilogue in the works. I hope it is understood, I will get this edit quite soon, but mostly would like to focus through Sunset Shimmer's point of view. I purposely did not announced anyone's name until it reached the end to remain as twisty as I could be. This does not have a dark tag for I focused more on Adagio than Shimmer. All you were given was just her interpretation in how she viewed the poor girl.
I must also state, I still yet to see Rainbow Rocks, but soon I will. Consider this just a simple sad tale...
Thank you for reading, darlings.
Sometimes it is better to die alone then to die being known. Others would spare you the unneeded drama and the ones that matter would remain deaf from the event of a pitiful tale. Life's a slipping stone in this guilty world where others would shed crocodile tears to hide away their apathetic gazes upon the aberrant nature of the wretched and the sustained.
When she killed herself, the very girl who sought an escape out of the hell she had been through, the name of hers was slander. All from the fools at school that mourn a ghost, victim, and a piece of work they had fun using for their own gain. No one cared, but to pretend to care, everyone simply kept a mask and made her death a topic to talk about. I listened to their conversations. I listened to every word being said about her.
Some acted like they knew her more. Some envied her attention. Many others questioned her first start at school and lead to popularity. And this school full of punks and has-beens wasn't enough? This school was full of people who were pathetic and useless beyond any level of intelligence. They knew nothing of respect. Not even for the death. And the old folks wonders a lot why the young folks are busy destroying their names.
There had been a time, one of the moments I could never forget. A moment where the fools would coward before my gaze and the adults would gasp and become unsettled to even have anything to say. The event of some dumbass event of pulling through some girl's suicide. But saying suicide makes her sound weak. She wasn't weak...she was strong enough to escape this world on her own.
The podium was set up on the gymnasium's stage, chairs were set down for everyone to be at and the luminous lights of dimmed orange would illuminate this place. As people shared their final moments for a girl that meant nothing to this world, each speech gave me a headache. It annoyed me to see what punks could be and how one small death would attract attention like this, false attention mostly.
When it was my turn to go up, I could feel a glare coming from the principles. When they give that glare, it's something you can't get off your mind when a cold shiver runs down your back. They knew I barely made any contact with that with the girl, but not one clue I was there to watch her drop. When I was up, I looked at the entire crowd and their pathetic faces. However...something was off. For before I spoke out the fluke everyone had made with this girl, I noticed two girls never seen from this school standing at the exit looking at me.
One thing you need to take in mind here was that anyone new is obviously anyone familiar with another new person. Parent Teacher night did me good when I recognize all the students' parents, but these two...specifically were people I have never seen before. I rubbed my chin, before shutting my eyes and sighing lightly to myself. When I reopened them, I spoke my part. Except, it wasn't scripted like the rest of these lying trash.
I stated, cold and truthfully vibrant, "The girl you claim you knew very well, was worthless to be here." It earned a gasp from everyone all right, except those two, so I continued, "The girl who had no one with her. No friends, family, and people to trust made no remarkable mark in this pitiful school for any of you. She sung, big whoop. But none of you bothered to focus well on her voice, in the words she spoken in. None of you realized that what she most of the time sung was a message to leave her be. To return her to alienation, isolation, and into solitude. None of you understood truly why she killed herself because all of you were too focus on yourselves instead of her.
"Not one of you took a second to stop implying how you felt. No. This talk is about her. How she felt. How she had to put up with this shit. And what concluded to her decision in this fate. You here, all of you, you're the reason why she is gone. If you had the sense of pride in you, you would take credit for this and forget about her. She's no fad, she's no seeking attention, she's a living being. Like you and I. She's dead and so will you be when you too have go through the hell she's been through."
The moment my venomous words spoke, I could only see those girls in the back. Their smiles soft and clear, but their eyes gazing at mine as if I done them a great deal. When I brought my attention to the fakes and phonies in their seats, I scowled them with a disdainful glare. They were all just there force to look away from me out of sheer guilt.
I made my point now. There was no reason for me to be here anymore. So I walked off the stage, but before I did, I could only glance back at Principal Celestia and Luna, both looking at me. They weren't shock, angry, or disappointed; nor did they smile and was impress with me. Whatever they were thinking about matter little to me. For now...I needed air. I needed to get out of this pathetic place.
I came back to the cliff, where it all ended, swinging on the swing under the tree and just watching that sunset cast a dusk over the horizon. It was beautiful, something I could not hell but embrace the warm fading rays that bathed my skin in its lovely glory. It was a glowing light that I admire so much in the sky.
Things felt so...quiet.
When I stopped the swing, I looked back at noticed the two newcomers from the school at the end of the grassy hill standing next to a red sedan, looking at me. Quiet, calm, and settled. Our eyes did not break gazes from one another but that sort of feeling I had for Adagio was back. It felt so warm and soft.
It's like what Adagio felt...and for some reason...
I couldn't help but laugh.
~fin~
