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// sept//one 
// Story: falling//in reverse 
// by The Red Parade 
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“There’s a picture I saw a while ago,” Braeburn said as he poked at his salad. 

Soarin looked up from a mouthful of pie. “Hm?”

“It showed this weird shape that looks sort of like a pony, except its upside down.”

“Really? What does it mean?”

Braeburn shrugged. “Dunno. I asked the artist, and they said it was some commentary about life. And how we’re always moving forwards and stuff. Never lookin’ back.” 

Soarin chewed on his food in thought. “That’s interesting.”

“Yeah. He said the piece was called Falling in Reverse. Because that’s what it represents, a pony on their deathbed looking back on their life, wonderin’ if they did enough.”

Soarin set his fork down and glanced at Braeburn. “... why are you bringing this up?”

“Well… Soarin, where do we go from here?” he asked nervously. “You’ve gotta get back on your tour, I’ve gotta tend to the farm… how’re we gonna make this work?”

Soarin reached out and took Braeburn’s hoof in his own. “Hey, calm down. We’ll figure it out, alright?”

“...how do you know for sure?”

“Because we’ve got all the time in the world to get through it,” Soarin replied. “Trust me.”

Braeburn exhaled. “I do.”

“Alright,” Soarin said with a smile. “I love you, Brae. Forever and always.”

“Yeah. Forever and always.”