Click, click, click.
Sunset Shimmer inspected the fancy leather watch she was wearing to her right wrist, only to realise it’s been midnight already. She was on her MacBook, writing an important letter to her clients for tomorrow. The last time she checked the time, it was 9. That was, to her surprise, 3 hours ago. Just how long did she work? Ever since she got this new job of hers, working at a office for a very famous company, she’s been on it non stop.
“Fuck.” she whispered to herself. It wasn’t like anybody else was their either. She could’ve sworn that her boss is still here, and that he didn’t give her the keys to lock the front door. But, to the upper left of her white desk, where the keychain was placed at, makes her assumption to be thrown out of the window. Behind her MacBook lies a pin board, filled with sticky notes of either doodles or important meeting schedules. To the upper right was a 8 ball, and to either side of the desk had all sorts of things, from pictures of her and the Main to small little fancy mugs.
She closes the laptop, placed it neatly inside her satchel, and double checked her surroundings, making damn sure she didn’t leave any shit behind. She’s been the talk of the office for a long time, now. Every time she leaves the workplace, there must be at least something that she would accidentally leave behind. Not that she intend to, but it’s been too often to say otherwise. There’s this one time she left her phone and her keys, and she had to get through all sorts of shitty problems just to find it back.
She reaches over to one of the pockets of her colour faded out jeans, and fiddles around with the phone while closing all the lights, AC and electricity. A jumble of things she did. Check MyStable, Instagram, and more. But something was lingering inside her head. Like she’s supposed to make in an importance. It’s at the tip of her fingers, but just, didn’t quite reach her train of thought. What is it.....
That’s it! Twilight! She promised to her that she would be back early! How in the world did she have the time to fucking forget her?! She immediately opened up an app inside of her phone, and dialled Twilight’s number. It ringed for a long time, making Sunset’s anticipation rise like a volcano erupting.
Just, pick up, won’t ‘ya?
After a couple seconds of dialling, no response nor any pickup. Continue the monotone ringing of Twilight’s phone. Sure, this made Sunset anxious, but she’s damn far from giving up. She’s not gonna hang up. She rushes outside, checks the electricity, and closes the door, and locks the door with the key that her boss gave. A red Ford Focus, in full elegance, parks proudly right in front of the office itself. She takes out a small black button, and presses it. The car thus produces a beeping sound, and both of it’s side mirrors, which were folded, open up automatically, like a butterfly flapping it’s wings to soar for the first time.
She rushes to the car, her hand still attached to the ringing phone, and the phone attached to her right ear. It’s been 2 minutes already, which to most people, is already a hell amount of time, but not for her. She must’ve done at least so something for her. She left her in that damn apartment, for god’s sake. Right now, as she approaches the driver’s door next to the shotgun, her mind is only focusing at one thing. Her.
The car revs into life, and off Sunset go, her feet practically almost breaking the pedal. She needs to get to her in time. Sure, she already didn’t oblige to that. But she has to do some effort to patch it up. That’s basically how to forgive a human heart. You break it, you mend it. She drifts and the rubber tires spontaneously screeches.
For a matter of 5 minutes, finally comes out a sound, a sound that isn’t a ring. This, in turn, made Sunset flinch, and accidentally tosses the phone to the back seat. She manages to nick it in midair, and a joyous feeling comes out from Sunset. Now that she answered, she can make it home without little to no worry.
....Okay. Maybe a lot more room to worry.
“Twilight? Y’there? Look, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to come back in time. I’ll be there in 30 minutes, okay?” she practically raps out, since to Twilight, that’s what she heard. Rapping.
“No worries.” she replies back to Sunset, in a tone that’s far from furious. In fact, it sounded more like accentuated joy. Like the gates of heavens has just opened. Maybe Twilight was just glad. But to Sunset, it sounded like an angel itself. Repositioning her thoughts altogether, taking a deep ass breath along with it, she becomes stoic as much as she could be, not letting any chance for her emotions to consume her. Not in the presence of Twilight. Not yet.
“Than-“
Before her car swivelled into the abyss.
She was currently on a tight left turn, addition with the wet road, and her subconscious drift she made while on the turn itself, just made the condition a lot more worse. Her car made a squeal, before Sunset could even come close to process just what of a mess is about to happen. At that moment, fate was already sealed. There was no way to undo what is about to happen. The car continued to screech, and Sunset takes a short glimpse to the left. Outside at the road, lies a
metal barrier, followed by a long and deadly drop, approximately hundreds of feet below.
And Sunset’s car barrels down it.
For the first few seconds, was a never ending feel of air, rushing inside and outside of the car. Sure, everything at that moment was inevitably flying and soaring mid air, but due to Sunset’s belt buckle, she didn’t. She couldn’t decide more, whether it was a curse or a blessing. Not that it mattered. She was going to die anyways, right?
Yeah, not really.
Just before impact was made, and the car collided to the ground below, bringing down Sunset with it, she made a horrible thought.
“What about her?”
“What about Twilight? How will she cope with this? In what way can she handle my death?”
“Maybe she’ll be glad that I’m gone.”
“I did betray her.”
“Or perhaps the other.”
“Whatever it is..”
“I’m sorry.”
And with that comes down calamity at a glance.
To Twilight, the sound of the situation scares her. In fact, shivers her. First, came the screeching, then a loud bang, like an impact or percussion of some sort, followed by a thud, before the call cuts off, no reason to back it up. Just what had happened? This question echoed through the very mind of the perplexed girlfriend.
“Sunset? Sunset!? You there!”
Silence. She tried again and again, but futile as it is worthless. Her eyes were already watering. What she just heard could either be her placebo, or an actual car crash that might be resulting the death or injury of her very Sunset Shimmer. And that she just couldn’t handle the barren burden. Of course, this is all just her pessimistic side, but not that she can’t defer it with her normal side, just that she couldn’t control the thought. It’s just there lingering. On and on. Repeating like a radio.
The thought of calling the ambulance came to her head. It seems to be a evident case to call the top dogs, but then again, she has no conformity on this case of ‘death’. It just could be her imagination. There’s a lot of reasons to hang up. Maybe she just had to concentrate on the road. Or perhaps a slight bump caused her to accidentally close the call. Whatever it is, hopefully wasn’t a tragic story.
Twilight exhales a heavy breath, one that she didn’t even realise she kept, and went to bed, dreaming about her loved one.
Coming home in one piece.
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The first sound she heard were advent screams, muffled by...something. One that she doesn’t know. Her eyes were closed, and to her, it felt like a hassle to open. She could make out some of the sayings, but others just sounded more like distant noises, blocked from her presence, either by brute force or contradictory to that.
“Get her to the ER!”
“Her blood pressure’s dropping!”
There were others, and even though she heard these two sentences, it made no sense to her whatsoever. However, she did hear a call for her name. It sounded.....familiar. Like she’s heard of it before, but not quite sure.
“Sunset!!!”
That was all, and consciousness slipped from her ever so slightly.
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Twilight was sitting at a metal chair, weeping.
She expected this to happen. Her beloved one crashing into a canyon, almost losing her life while at it. She covers her head, and began to flow drop after drop of her tears, and her emotions. In front, lies a wooden door, and inside of that door is where the beaten and broken up Sunset Shimmer is. If she had the will, and the rage, that door would be nothing but shards and remnants of what it originally was. Her geode, which she was currently wearing, still had the ability to do that. What a shame it was.
She holds her self by the handful, and mentally whispers to herself, caging her emotions for the better.
‘Keep yourself together, Twilight. Don’t make yourself a fool.’
She wipes her tears off from her cheeks, trying desperately to keep her sanity in check.
What’s happened had happened, she thought. Nevertheless a thought of a last ditch, but it is true. What had happened towards her, had been destined from the very beginning. All she has to do is to embrace it.
But why does it seem like a very hard challenge?
No, impossible?
She doesn’t comprehend, and neither does she want to accept that. But a small squeak inside of her mind tells her to deny denying acceptance. A small squeak at that, but feasible for thought. Nothing has been lost. Yet. At this point, fate has been sealed. She can’t help in any way. A ghost forced to live being an entity, the only way to humanity being none.
And the one thing that defies humanity’s consensual entropy is hope.
And, neither she realises it or not, clings onto it fully.