"... storage ... clean ... empty closet ..."
Voices.
After an eternity, voices!
The box shifted.
And movement!
The box moved and landed somewhere else. The box opened.
Light! Who is that?
I looked up at the pony standing over the box. It was the tall one- what's-her-name. With the wavy mane. It moved and shimmered. She looked older. She looked worn out. No wait, her fur was... white? This pony's fur isn't. She froze, putting a hoof over her mouth. She began to cry. Silent tears at first, and then openly sobbing. A large dragon appeared beside her.
"Are you okay?" he asked the tall pony.
She didn't answer. She never took her eyes off of me. Her eyes, those eyes, and her fur. It was the same color as-
"Twilight?" he asked.
Twilight!? Twilight! Was that really you!?
"Cancel everything, Spike," Twilight said through her tears.
"What? For the whole day!?" he asked.
"Clear out the week!" Twilight said.
"Twilight, you're a princess. You can't just take a vacation like that."
"I can. And I will. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Make it happen."
"Twilight, there are going to be delegates downstairs waiting for tea with you."
"They can wait for me until another time. Just send them away. I don't care how. Go." She dismissed him. He left to carry out her orders, closing the door behind him. She reached into the box, gently taking me in her hooves. The box crumbled away from around me, disintegrating from the passage of the years.
"They can wait. You've waited for me long enough." She cradled me in her hooves and kissed me. I still had my notebook with me. I showed it to her.
Look! It says that two plus two equals four. You taught me that? Remember?
"I do. I was so proud of you. You were such a good friend. You were my best friend. And I forgot all about you for all these years. I'm so sorry!" Twilight bawled. I had never seen her so sad as she openly wept. She clutched me tight to her as she cried and cried and cried, wetting my fur with her tears. She let it all out. All the years of stress and responsibility of being an adult.
It was okay. She hugged me. She remembered me. It was okay. We could be young again together. She carried me to her bed. It was bigger now. She laid down and held me beside her. She looked so tired.
It would be okay. She just needed a little nap. That always helped her before.
She wept as she laid in her bed, clutching me close. She wept for the cruel irony that the first friend she made, the one that had always been there for her and truly understood her the most, was the one that she abandoned first.
"I love you. I will never forget about you or leave you alone in the dark again."