The beginning.
Where else is there to end? Two mares, too old, and one of them is crying. Bright tears burning. That’s you. And Vinyl, she has a smile on her face. You’re pretty sure that’s burning, too.
You’ll go home, after this. Back to your life, and love, and Shining Armour. More cautious, maybe. Less willing now to direct fate. You and Vinyl and the crying of it all.
You look into each other’s eyes: stranger, now familiar, and wonder what what else might have been. Cutie marks come easy, mostly; fate’s other paths are less concise, and most of them, less travelled. Deep down, you start to understand, and in that moment, for just a breath, you love Vinyl completely and entirely. You wonder: should you try a kiss? Just this once? Just to feel it, truly?
The moment passes. You wipe your eyes, you offer her a smile. You’ll see each other soon.
And you go home.