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// Good Night 
// Story: Astrarian's Flashfic Anthology 
// by Astrarian 
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When Rarity was young, her daddy tucked her into bed every evening and sang good night to her. She never sang along, but she smiled.

She stopped calling him Daddy as she grew older. She got self-conscious, stopped smiling. At some point he stopped singing.

Now Sweetie Belle is young, and their father sings the same song to her. On her infrequent visits home, Rarity sits downstairs with her mother and hears him singing, sounding further away than he actually is. She tries to remember the last time her father sang good night to her. Doesn’t.

One night in the future will become the last night that he’ll sing to Sweetie Belle. Rarity likely won’t be present, won’t know the last time has happened until it’s already over.

So she tries to memorise his singing voice now. She can’t smile; for her, the last time already happened. Still, she tries.