The End
Twilight was silent. She sat next to the fireplace, with her eyes closed, and just sat there. She had no words, and no tears left. Luna had already taken her departure, and Celestia sat next nearby.
There they sat in mournful silence, for a long time. Finally, Celestia spoke, "Twilight..."
There was no response.
"Twilight, I believe that you now know why this subject is so sensitive to me, and why I try, with everything that I have, to make it as if it never existed."
Still, no response.
"Twilight...if you want, I could remove these memories."
"No," was the quick response, then, "I wanted to see this, I wanted to know....and know I do."
They sat in silence for a little while longer, then Twilight rose and left without saying goodbye.
Sleep was futile. Twilight's blood still pumped heavily through her veins, and her eyes were bloodshot. No way was she going to sleep, and she knew that.
Earlier, when she had gotten home, she had found Spike snoring away, again, in a pile of empty ice cream buckets.
Wow, I didn't really expect him to eat the whole thing! Twilight thought.
It was beginning to get dark by this point, and Twilight realized that she hadn't eaten a single thing yet. She walked over to her pantry and was, remarkably, not hungry. She didn't even feel like reading, so she just climbed in bed. Later, there was a knocking at her door. It went unanswered.
All of the ponies of Ponyville who knew her said that Twilight had changed. She was less outgoing, she read a lot more, but always indoors. She smiled less.
Then one day, she simply disappeared. Spike had no possible idea what happened, there was no note this time. In Canterlot, a day later, there was a disturbance inside of the library, and a few scrolls went missing. Twilight Sparkle was not going to be heard from again in a long time...