Then, she spread her wings, caught the faint but very much real wind in between her feathers, and leapt.
For a moment in her falling, Twilight Sparkle questioned whether she'd fly or drop, but all doubt was blown away by the roaring in her ears, herself soaring in the air.
Where was she going? She wasn't sure. With how little time she had after her inner crisis, she wasn't going to make it anywhere before her life story ends.
It must have been how Rainbow had felt flying her last show, Twilight reasoned.
For the first time ever in her lie of a life, Twilight felt real. Fears and regrets turned to an impulse, a longing for being somewhere—even nowhere—other than inside her head. Since nothing she did was going to have any impact on how the world would end, she could finally stop listening to herself, or whoever the voice dictating every action she took was.
For now, she just wanted to fly towards where her friends were. It was silly, idiotic, ridiculous, and preposterous, she knew, but if the pony inside her head was telling her not to go to her friends, that pony could NOT be her.
Maybe in another life, she would remain collected till the last moment like a golem made of metal, but not in this one. She laughed hysterically at how good a day it was for flying, how she would love to fly by Rainbow or Fluttershy or Cadance or Luna or Celestia, and how she had wasted thousands of days like this.
And then she learnt how air interacts with tears in flight. The greatest discovery of an aeon, and another fuel to her laughter! Letting go of all the masks ponies had put on her face, Twilight giggled and bawled in her empty world.
The last time she laughed like this, Pinkie and Applejack had still been visiting her, and she couldn't remember when that was, but it's fine! She was being honest with herself when she laughed, and they would've approved!
Normally, she would've made a few comments about loyalty, kindness, and generosity as well, but then again, she wouldn't have been flying like this, so all was possible now. She'd already broken her usage of big words, why not the symmetry of harmony?
How much time had passed? Twilight didn't care to count the seconds. Her story was never about the world ending, nor what she was meant to be; it was all about herself, about what she wanted, and how it made her more pony than ever. If her life and friendship really had been a story, it must have turned into a mess by now, but it was fine as long as she was flying somewhere.
She had been trying to make her life a perfect story and that failed, so now she took on a pointless pursuit instead. Twilight pulled herself even higher and held up her head. Her story was ending and she broke