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// 83. Unreal by Pearple Prose 
// Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab 
// by Fuzzyfurvert 
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by Pearple Prose


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Twilight was going to do it. Today was the day, she knew.

She looked down at the page on the desk. It seemed quite daunting, the task ahead of her. But, really, it was quite simple – just put the quill, the long red one she got from Philomena, to the paper, and write.

All she had to do was put all her thoughts down, her emotions, maybe a few poetic metaphors. Those were romantic, right? Right.

Twilight put the tip of the quill to the paper. Yes, that's a good start.

All she had to do was tell the recipient, one particularly important pony, all about how – from perhaps the moment she first saw her – she wanted to just kiss her and hug her and never let go, how she wanted to take her on an adventure across the world and through the mountains and over the sea in pursuit of her affections.

She could picture it in her mind; the look on her face as she kneeled before her and waxed to her perfection, listened to her perfect voice, and revelled in her perfect little laugh, the one that sounded like bells tinkling in the soft, warm winds of summer.

She could picture a future together, the two of them in a small cottage out in the meadows, or a palace on a mountain, or even just a comfy little library in the middle of a comfy little town. It didn't matter where, as long as she was with her.

And all of a sudden, Twilight Sparkle blinked and found herself sitting at her desk in the middle of the night, watching the wax drip from a stealthily placed candle by the blank white paper.

She blinked once, then put the quill down, the long red one she got from Philomena.

All she had to do was write. She was quite good at it, actually.

But not today.

Tomorrow, maybe.

But not today.