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// Epilogue 
// Story: Fragile Wings 
// by Crystal Moose 
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Cream coloured walls. Cold linoleum floor. Pale blue blanket draped across white sheets. Sunset drifted into the room. Twilight Sparkle, newest princess of Equestria, sat holding the fragile, pink hoof of one of her best friends. Her friend had not said a word since Twilight had been called in.

Her friend just sat silently, looking out the window. For all the lessons Twilight had learned about friendship, nothing had prepared her for this. Should she speak? Should she remain silent? They had all had to deal with their grief over the past few months, and though it still lingered, they’d had to go on.

Pinkie Pie broke the silence. “Fluttershy can’t come and see me anymore, can she?”

“No,” Twilight breathed heavily. The pain was still fresh.

“I’m sorry—”

“Pinkie,” Twilight whispered, pulling the mare into an embrace.

“I’ll miss her singing,” Pinkie sobbed.

“So will I,” Twilight cried. “So will we all.”