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Midnight Mist


I am Midnight

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Nopony lives forever. Except an immortal, like Luna. Love may be as eternal as the Princess of the Night. But what if the one she loves is not?

What happens when she faces the day when her lover passes on, but her love does not?

Stand-alone short story, set some time after the events of Dreamscape.

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Comments ( 38 )

This story hit me pretty hard for several reasons, some of them obvious, others perhaps not so.

And this line qualifies as Revealed Truth:

"...what really matters, whether I have one year or one hundred, is what we choose to do with that time. Together."

If I regret anything, it's that it took me so long to realize that.

Great fic! It really reminds me of a song I used to listen to. Keep up the great work! :twilightsmile:

Man that really got me bad there are very few storys that actually make me cry this one was one of them :,).oh and trust me people like me read the notes and im sorry about your grandfather.

These are the stories that belong on the featured list.

you cant do much in 1 chapter but u managed too make me CRY LIKE A BUCKING BABY!!!!! :fluttercry::fluttercry::fluttercry:

I remember when my grandfather died from skin cancer I WAS SAD FOR ABOUT 2 weeks I was searching thew the channels looking for something to ease my pain then I found mlp fim I not only made me happy but gave me a new joy in life and that's how I became a brony but dud just remember he will alwase be in your heart

this one struck deep, I mean real deep, though it didn't bring me to tears, I still felt it, I felt the urge to break down and let it all out even though I wasn't really in the proper setting, as I prefer to be alone when I am in tears. I still remember the day my step-dad passed because of a heart attack, March 8,2013, two days before my birthday. I still remember him saying that he wanted to be there when I graduated he wanted to see it, he wanted to physically be there, but the day I got home from school and noticed some of my family over I realized something had happened, if it was a planned event I would have expected company when I got home but this was a turn of events that had changed me forever, when I got inside I noticed that my mom had been crying and had calmed down enough to tell me what had happened I was confused at first but when she clarified all, that is when the shock of it hit me, tearing me down within seconds. He was up north when it happened and they had to cremate him before they could send him back to us, we still have some of his remains in an urn with the ashes of those that passed before him in our family, and the day of graduation, that very day that he wanted to be there, I knew he was there, just not as any of us had expected, but he was there in my heart and memory, and I knew that I had made him proud, walking across that stage, donning my cap and gown, that made me feel good. I knew that I could always communicate with him, but the only thing that changed is that we couldn't speak face to face but instead through my prayers. I promised him I would be strong even though he may have never asked me to do so, it was a secret promise, one that I made to him without his knowledge and I don't plan on letting him down anytime soon.

I am deeply sorry for your loss, I hope that things will get better for you.

If you ever need anyone to talk to just message me and we can talk or I can send you my cell# so that we can text, I offer this as a friend and I, Michael Zanker, will be there when I can.

3466795 Don't fill your life with years; fill your years with life.

I hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks for taking the time to review.

3466811 Thank you. Which song does it remind you of?

3467133 Thanks. I was hoping this would be evocative, but I wasn't sure if I'd hit the mark.

3467341 I'm flattered that you think so. Thank you.

3468777 Between the tears, I hope you enjoyed it.

3469242 Gone, but not forgotten. I know. It just made me feel I needed to express it in one way or another. Some musings over mortality later, this was the result.

3469691 If it struck anything, I'm at least doing something right.

Thank you for your sympathies and understanding. I appreciate it. This story was just a means of expressing it all.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. :applecry: I am sorry for your loss. I would share my story, but I'll keep it brief. My grandfather passed when I was only 8, and it hit me as hard as this fic. A job well done.

3480181 That's one of the main reasons the axiom, "Write what you know." exists. If you've experienced something, as a good writer you ought to be better placed to describe it, more so than if you'd never had to endure it.

Thank you for your comment.

why must you make my feels hurt sooooooooooo much?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!:fluttercry:

3486864 Feels must be felt. It's da law.

When i read this fic i Heard this strange cracking sound, it took me awhile to realise that it was just the sound of my heart breaking.

Seriously! This was so sad yet so sweet!!!

3536150 I was hoping it would be touching. I poured a lot of my own emotion into this piece.

I could have sworn that bucket wasn't full of water when I started this story...Oh, right. I forgot that was my Feels Bucket.

Somethings wrong. Liquid is coming from my eyes. I've been broken!

I hate authors. You're all too good at writing. I'm crying and I'm happy and I'm sad and I don't feel like this in real life except for Once when watching A.I with my mother.
It's not fair that you bring these kinds of feelings out of me.
I'm sorry for your loss, and thank you for one of the most beautiful collection of words I've ever read.

3661666 We'll find a way to mend you. Somehow.

3814083 Feelings is what it's all about, my friend. I feel, and I wanted to share. I'm happy that you could feel too.

I hope it was all worthwhile, and thank you for reading my work.

3600906 I'll buy you a new feels bucket.

3816544 W-would you mind getting me one too? :fluttercry::raritycry::applecry:

Feels... :pinkiesad2::fluttercry::raritycry:
Well done. Very well done...

I didn't start crying until I got to the authors note. I wanted to read every last word before tears clouded my sight. You have my sympathy for your loss, and my admiration for immortalizing him through this story.

This was amazing. This whole series was amazing. I'll definitely remember this one.

I will say that I really enjoyed reading this story:twilightsmile:

Keep making more:pinkiehappy:

Why do I keep reading stories where it's clear that I'll be in tears while reading?

The whole series was great but this part was just beautiful.
Thank you!

I can relate to the author's note. Something happened late spring 2015 to a cherished male (maternal side) elder (93yrs) family member (I've been trying to convince myself that nothing happened(emotional breakdowns hurt too much)(maybe I could become like Finding Nemo's Dori, and be happy w/o the care for memories, idk), but I keep getting an urge to visit whom I cannot see, where I can no longer go), and I haven't been the same since(glum,depressed,unmotivated,grumpy with snappy sometimes, and changes in eating and sleeping patterns, and no longer able to laugh or smile). (like Luna, it would probably take me centuries to get over something, if we ever can/do. otherwise we would need help in being brainwashed/forced-forgetting) (maybe if we convince ourselves enough that nothing's changed, it could help ease a flow if we could change of bit of the timeline (we didn't exactly see the person, only heard, and then collected stuff from the home to help the female significant (can't muster to visit or think as they're connected to the person) move to a place. So maybe something already changed behind the scenes(we hope) and all are to be thinking something happened. maybe all persons are just put in cryogenic chambers when close to leaving, so as to wait for a fountain-of-youth cure. Yeah, if only we could believe these passing thoughts of ours.) {I hope I wasn't too long-winded or anything, if I was, I apologize.}

6881135 I know the feeling.

I lost this fic for a while, along with the prequels, when I made a new account. I tried looking for it, but it never showed up anywhere, and I couldn't recall the title despite my best attempts. I never forgot the story though. It's a beutiful work, and I am so glad I found it again. You may not have many views compared to the big names on this site. But that approval rating? You earned that. I need to thank you for this gem, before I forget. Keep up the good work.

8036486 It's so easy to get caught up on comments that I often forget the approval rating. I honestly hadn't looked. I'm glad you managed to find my work again, and I'm glad you left this very touching message for me. Thank you.

I am glad I decided to read this. It's nice to cry every now and then. Thank you for this story it was wonderful.

"I know. But if we do our best and fill our years with life, there'll be something of me for you to enjoy until the sun burns cold and the stars fade to darkness.” He lay a wing caringly across her back, holding her close so they were touching, flank to flank, “You'll always carry something of me with you, and I hope that it drives you to be happy. Not just with me, but beyond, when I am gone."

One of the greatest fears of an immortal is to be alone when the time comes for life to grow cold. For alone, the only purpose the memories serve, good or bad, is to remind you that those times are past. They will accelerate the descent into insanity if the mind is not enhanced, or increase the misery if it is.

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