“This is it,” she sighed, “I can’t believe it’s been thirty years since the incident.”
Starlight Sparkle paced restlessly back and forth across the room. Her head ached. Her heart ached.
“We’ve have been hiding here for so long, so many years of keeping secrets and trying to keep away from attention, but we can’t go on like this. It is absolutely necessary that tell our daughter the truth, the full truth. You know just as well as I do that she will find out sooner or later. She’s always so studious, so curious. She’d eventually uncover the truth anyway. What do you think? Should we tell her?”
She turned to Midnight, her husband, in desperation. He stared silently back at her from the kitchen table.
“Well,” she asked brusquely, “Are you going to answer or just stand and stare?”
Starlight needed an answer. She needed confidence. Most importantly, she needed to know she was doing the right thing. It wasn’t fair for Midnight but she needed his support right then. She couldn’t make the decision alone.
Midnight hung his head tiredly.
“I honestly have no idea,” he said finally, “Why do you feel you should tell her this now? ”
He stared down at his unfinished meal from dinner, long since blown cold. Pushing the plate aside, he rose and walked across to Starlight.
“Why?” barked Starlight, “Well, don’t you know what day this is?”
She could feel her face flush red. Her temper had grown short over the course of the last few days and despite her efforts to keep calm she had often found herself growing more and more impatient as of late. Almost everypony in their generation knew what day it was.
“I know,” he said flatly, “You know I know. Sweet Celestia, Starlight, do you think a night goes by when I’m not reminded of it?”
Starlight’s lip began to tremble and Midnight placed a hoof upon her shoulder. Tears were beginning to well in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed laying her head against his mane. “I thought you had... ”
She began to weep. Midnight walked her away from the kitchen and motioned her gently towards a seat. He held her close to himself and ran a hoof through gently her mane. It had been years since he had last seen her cry. Years since either of them had cried for that matter.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I’m here. Always will be, remember?”
He pulled back to smile at her, wiping the tears from her face.
“You’re the love of my life,” Midnight said, “Never forget that. I never do.”
Starlight’s had closed her eyes. Midnight lowered her head gently against a pillow.
“Everything is going to be okay,” he said stroking her hair, “Don't you worry. I'm here with you.”
Starlight slowly raised her head from the pillow.
“You really mean that, don’t you?” the tears were drying on her face as she spoke, “You remember.”
“Of course I mean it,” he chuckled lightly, “We’ll stick together to the bitter end, you and I. Nothing‘s going to tear us apart. Why, you wouldn’t be able to get rid of me even if you wanted to.”
Midnight felt something roll down his cheek. He laughed hoarsely. “Now you’ve even gotten me going.”
“Oh, Midnight,” said Starlight and he hugged her close, “I just wish...”
“I know, Starlight, I know.”