The Magic of Love

The afternoon light bathed the whole of Ponyville orange. Twilight and Rainbow were walking down a quiet forest path, contemplating years of friendship and what it truly meant. They looked at each other, afriad to tell the other how much they cared for the other. Dash cared... she cared a lot.
A cold wind blew through and Twilight shivered as the first signs of night began to appear, bathing the sky a delicate shade of blue. Dash noticed how cold she was and wrapped her wings around Twilight. Twilight blushed and gave Dash a small kiss.
Daskh could only smile. She didn't have to say anything, because she knew what she had to do. She kissed Twilight back and they stood that way for a few seconds, happy with what had just happened.
The walk back to the library was silent, yet held a world of meaning for Dash. She didn't need to say anything.
Gesturing with a hoof, Twilight invited Dash into the warm library.
Twilight looked at Dash, and Dash looked at Twilight. In those moments, Dash could feel the most warm feeling ever in her life. She looked deep into the beautiful unicorn's purple eyes. She knew she loved her... more than anything in the world.
Unknowingly, their heads came closer, muzzles touching. Dash opened her heart fully as she kissed the best friend that she ever had. And Twilight could feel it too... the warmth of her friend and... something else... something she couldn't quite understand.
Twilight found a blanket and they laid on the floor the rest of that night, enjoying each others company.
"Twilight?" Dash finally said, whispering.
"Yeah?" she replied, almost as quietly.
"I love you." Dash closed her eyes and let the feeling sink in. She held her friend close, feeling the warmth from her body. "Twilight?"
"I'm still listening..."
"Promise you won't leave me?"
"I promise."
And she kept that promise. And even after years had passed since the faithful night, she never left her side. And through every cold winter, spring, summer, fall, that's what she did. Because the magic of love is the strongest of all. And even after the two had ended their run, their love never stopped. Their friends, in their old age, could still feel it because... the magic of love is the strongest of them all. And when they laid the two to rest, near the tattered forest path, in a sunlit clearing, a tree had grown. And it's branches became entwined, and it's leaves were green and healthy. And as impossible as it were, there it was. Because the magic of love is the strongest of all, through life and death and time... their love had never ended. Never...

A PART OF YOU HAS GROWN IN ME,
AND SO YOU SEE IT'S YOU AND ME.
TOGETHER FOREVER AND NEVER APART,
THE MAGIC OF LOVE CONQUERS ALL.



THE END