You'll Keep Going

Time is an illusion.

It's taken her, what. Nine years to realize that?

Twilight's dead, but only in the present, only physically. She remains in the minds of those who remember. Friends, family.

Lovers.

And so long as she dwells there. So long as Sunset and her friends meet and chat, and someone brings her up because 'Twilight would totally love this' or 'She'd think you two are just adorable', she can never die.

They're different now. All of them. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, although more accurately Sunset hadn't seen them. Not until she got back on her feet, and found a purpose, the fire in her chest that pushed her to survive for the person she loved, no matter what it took.

"And do you, Sunset Shimmer, take Adagio Dazzle as your lawfully wedded wife?"

In the outdoors, they hold hands. Being in nature wasn't a question. Sunset wanted that, for her planned ceremony with Twilight, and for the one she arranged with Adagio.

For Twilight, they picked a spot further north, close to the Cascades inside an autumnal forest with startling red leaves and deep brown branches. For Adagio it's down south, where the sand sparkles white and waves glitter the same shade as Sunset's eyes.

Sunset stares hers into Adagio's. Those deep, ancient pools of purple feel infinite, sometimes. Like she can look, and look, and look for centuries, and never find the bottom of them.

Today she does. Today, her fingers graze the ocean floor, and she feels love. Fingers laced with Adagio's, she smiles so wide it hurts her cheeks.

"I do."

The preacher's smile joins the crowd. "You may kiss the bride."

And so she does.

Because Sunset keeps her promises.