This is an alternate ending to the chapter Anastantes; that is to say, it is nonsensical, feel-good drivel, an alternative to drink, the written equivalent of a clump of semi-solid, glucose-laden mush. For the love of Celestia, take not a word of it to heart.
“No.” She shakes her head a bit, her voice hesitant. “No, you’re not her. You’re better than she ever was.” Her voice hesitant, but unmoving.
I approach further. “I’ll stay with you forever, Bon-Bon.”
She seems to stop breathing for a moment, and then she looks towards me, tears coming from the sides of her beautiful, enormous eyes. “Really?”
I nod, smiling as I come next to her and sit in that way, the light of the morning sun filling the world as I lean in towards her. “Really.”
And then I hold her, and she does not resist.
And then, I reach in for a kiss.
And I feel love coming from that beautiful mouth, as she pushes me over in unleashed repression, as she pushes me down onto the bench, as she hugs me tighter than I’ve ever been hugged. And she wraps her hooves around the back of my neck and caresses me, the hard keratin as soft as jelly to me.
And I hug her back, and we roll off that bench, and we strengthen our embrace; her buried emotions coming out in a flurry as she licks about inside my muzzle; and I pull away, tongue trailing saliva—hers, and mine, together—and I say the only thing I can possibly say, the only thing I can possibly think.
“Oh hay yeah!”
Wait, that wasn’t me. I look behind and see a pink head popping out from a shrub. She puts her hooves over her mouth, jumps from it and runs off into the distance, her tail flying high as she goes as fast as I've ever seen anypony go.
I shake my head a bit, and smile at her; and she smiles with a kind of impossible happiness, and we just lay like that, grinning like idiots at each other, before I say what I mean to.
“I love you, Bon-Bon. No matter what.”
And she nuzzles my mane. “What’s that thing you always said to your friends, back in college? ‘Se philo’?”
I giggle and bury myself in that wonderful mane, letting myself be entombed by those dark and light strands. “Kai eraoimin.”
“And what’d you always want me to say back, when you said it to me?”
I look up into the beautiful morning sky, and I look at her.
“Alla eimi.”
And we look at each other, look into each other’s eyes; and we cannot control the sheer joy, as we release every bit of repression, every inhibition, and know each other fully, as the sun watches over us.
And we are so, so happy.