A familiar scene played out; Twilight and Spike thanked the doctors for everything and walked back to the library feeling happy this time. Ponyville seemed more colourful, more alive. After months of agony, Twilight was finally able to smile at the fact that she would be able to live her life. She treasured every breath and step she took. She cherished Spike's company while she was at the hospital. Finally, she was certain everything was going to be okay.

The doctor had prescribed Twilight her angina pills and medicine to calm her seizures. She didn't mind having to go through seizures as long as she would be able to live. Twilight and Spike couldn't help but giggle at the past as they walked. They had been so worried, and now they were relieved that it was all over. Over was still a sensitive word, however. As was Celestia and dead. Still, they had not a care in the world. And what was there to worry about? Everything was perfect. It was in a good, even rhythm just how Twilight liked life.

Finally arriving at the library, Spike opened the door for Twilight since the doctor had asked that she still avoid the use of magic for a few weeks until it was safe. Twilight didn't mind, though. She could just study and read while she was healing. Inside, the library was practically sparkling. Spike and Owlowicious had done a fabulous job at keeping the library clean and organised. Not one book was out of place, and not one wrinkle was on the many unused parchments in the corner. She wondered if she should tell Celestia that everything was over with.

No! I can't think about her. I'll just ruin my good mood. Instead, why not invite everypony for a party? I'm sure Pinkie Pie will be glad to hear me ask for one.

"Hey Spike," the little dragon turned his face, smiling, "Why not invite the others here for a party?"

"That's a great idea! I'll go out and get everypony!"

Twilight smiled as Spike hurried out the threshold. He truly was the best assistant a pony could ask for. He was a good friend too. In fact, if it weren't for them, for all her friends, she might not have had the courage to resist death, or as Twilight decided to call the Voice: Tenebris Mors. Sure, it wasn't very original since she got it out of a book, but it truly seemed quite fitting. Tenebris wasn't really an ally in Twilight's life story though. He was more of an enemy, and Twilight's hatred toward him gave her motivation to keep breathing. Even though Twilight despised Tenebris Mors, she figured it was all in the past now and she should just forget-

Now, now, my dear Twily, I am your friend and thus, I shall always remain lingering by your side.

Why are you still here? Can't you just go away? You're unwelcome and I don't need you!

Come now, darling, you can't say I haven't been of use to you. Did I not help you speak your mind to Celestia?

Don't you dare speak that name!

See! You're still clinging on to her! And you say you don't need me! I honestly fail to see why we can't be friends. Can't we play a nice little game together?

Be gone! To tartarus with you! You're the reason I still hang on to Celestia!

We'll discuss this later. For now, go have fun at the party. Enjoy each moment like it's your last.

As soon as Tenebris Mors stopped talking, the door opened. Spike came in cheering next to Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy and Applejack were smiling and amazed to see Twilight was well. Rarity walked in with Princess Luna. Pinkie Pie came in with her Party Cannon, and…Zecora came in as well. Twilight was confused that Zecora came, but she was fine with it. She had, after all, protected her from the truth so that she could live her life.

Zecora came up to Twilight and smiled somewhat hesitantly, "I am glad to see you are okay. Now, you get to live in this special day," Zecora then lowered her head and whispered, "I apologise for my lie. I just wanted you to not worry before you die."

"It's okay, Zecora. You were just trying to protect my feelings. But I have a question," Zecora raised her head, "Does this mean that the brew was wrong?"

Zecora knew Twilight wouldn't find it credible if she said that the brew could sometimes be wrong, "You could say that death did not take you. Know that this is a miracle and know it is true."

Twilight was about to ask if the brew was indeed wrong in the end, but was interrupted by a firing sound. She looked around to see streamers and confetti everywhere, along with many colourful balloons stuck on the ceiling. Pinkie Pie's Party Cannon had been shot.

Pinkie Pie stood on top of a table and shouted, "C'mon, everypony! Let's party!"

Twilight, as well as everyone else, smiled and cheered. Some ponies danced while others chatted and feasted on the snacks. The celebration was obviously jovial, as the cardiovascular disease had not taken Twilight's life. Since Twilight was the host of the party, she tried her best to make small talk with everypony. She talked with Pinkie Pie about how 'super-duper-fantastic' it was that she was alive. She talked to Rainbow Dash and Applejack and they said that maybe she could enter the Running of the Leaves next year. Rarity offered to make her a dress and Twilight accepted her overture. She decided she wanted to talk to Luna the most so she talked to Spike first and saved her for last.

Her scribe had stuffed a whole cupcake into his mouth before turning to Twilight, "Hey! Great party, huh?"

She giggled, "Hehe, Yeah, it sure is. Thanks for looking after the library with Owlowicious while I was at the hospital."

He waved a claw to the compliment, "Ah, it was nothing. You were going through a lot and it was the least we could do to help," He was about to grab another cupcake before he remembered, "Oh! Twilight! I need to tell you something important!"

"Okay, go on."

"Well, I'm not sure what happened, but back at the hospital, I woke up and you were unconscious on Celestia's ba-"

Twilight put her hoof on Spike's mouth to stop him, "Spike, don't ever say that name to me," Twilight's eyes showed her pleading.

"But she said something that you should-"

"Hey Twilight," Rainbow Dash and Applejack had noticed what was going on and wanted to steer them away from possible yelling and hurt, "Check out my, uh, new dance move! I call it, 'the Rainbow Stomp.'"

As Rainbow Dash pushed Twilight toward the dance floor, Applejack put a hoof on Spike's shoulder, "Spike, y'know ya'll shouldn't be mentionin' the princess t' Twi."

Spike looked at her, "I know, AJ, but it's really important. Celestia explained why she wouldn't write back!"

Applejack took her hoof off of his shoulder and motioned it to tell Spike to lower his voice, "Spike, then ya really shouldn't be mentionin' that."

Spike shook his head, "No, you don't understand. She doesn't hate Twilight. She had a good reason."

"Look, Spike, that sounds mighty important, but you should wait. Let Twilight rest for a while until she's ready, okay? Then you should tell her everythin'."

"Well, fine. Okay," Spike said in a defeated tone.

"Pinkie Pie Promise."

Along with the claw-motions he recited, "Cross my heart. Hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye."

Applejack smiled and went off to talk to Rainbow Dash and Twilight. Spike sighed in defeat. He wasn't sure if waiting to tell her was a good idea. Twilight needs some sort of closure and here it is, but now she just doesn't want to accept it. Spike probably wouldn't be able to mention even the name to the stubborn pony. He didn't blame her though; if Twilight did such a thing to Spike, he wouldn't want to hear her name either. In the end, he had no other choice but to wait.

The party ended after a few hours. Everypony cleaned up quickly and soon left. Luna stayed behind since she decided to start rooming with Twilight once more after she was out of the hospital. After they had both showered, Luna lied down on her guest bed and was rereading the third book of Daring Do. Twilight was downstairs doing research on other cardiovascular diseases while Spike was cleaning the kitchen and Owlowicious had just come back from his mid-night hunt.

As Twilight was about to flip the page, she was disturbed by an unpleasant voice,

So, did you enjoy the party?

If you must know, I did.

Oh come on. I'm just trying to have a friendly conversation.

Well, this conversation is over.

You know you can't get rid of me that easily.

…

Fine! Ignore me like Celestia did to you!

You KNOW you shouldn't say that name to me.

Celestia.

Shut up.

Celestia. Celestia. Celestia.

Shut the buck up!

My, my. Such vulgar language. Here I am trying to be a friend and you just swear like it's nothing.

You're not my friend.

Friends help each other. I'm trying to help you. Now trust me.

Twilight massaged her temples with a hoof, that voice is so annoying. Sadly, it's true that Celestia ignored me and it did try to help me. But honestly, what else is there? It's done. There's no fixing it. Celestia just bucked up and I made it worse. It makes me wonder if I really was so obnoxious in her eyes.

Twilight lost interest in her book and went to the back room where she kept her older, more fragile books. She opened the door and entered the dark room. She lit a few candles quickly to not overuse her magic. Once she could see, she locked the door behind her and walked around to find any book that caught her eye. No…no…I've already read that one four times…no. Gah! These books are worthless! She swiped the shelf clean of the books and dust gathered. It sounded rather loud, but nopony came in and asked her if she was all right, so she figured no one could her anything. So the room is soundproof after all.

Twilight looked at a coil of rope sitting in the corner next to a chest. She walked toward the chest and looked inside. They were letters Celestia had written to Twilight as a foal. In the past, she would smile when she would see these scrolls, but instead, she screamed furiously and kicked the chest, knocking it over and spilling all the scrolls onto the dusty floor, To tartarus with those scrolls. To tartarus with Celestia! She abandoned me in my time of need and I was still hanging on to her. How could I have been so stupid!? This is just too much. And now I have to live without my best friend. Now she's just a stranger. No more.

Twilight mindlessly used her magic to swipe books off of the shelves and send dust everywhere. She coughed violently, but nothing distracted her from her thoughts and autopilot rampage. Then when I think that she would eventually respond, she just continues to ignore me! And when I yelled at her for doing so, she didn't cry. Hay, she didn't even bother to turn around! Am I really worth nothing to her? She should have told me that before I became her star pupil! Now I can't live my life! I'm going to have to feel pain when I see the sun! I can't take so much hurt! Just stop! STOP! I don't want this! I wish the disease had taken me away. I have no more hope! Suddenly, Twilight felt tears rushing down her face, as well as a slithering feeling around her neck. I just wish she wouldn't have left me. I wanted to be her best friend, but apparently, I can't do that!

Twilight felt herself at a slightly higher elevation. I just want to disappear. What else should I live for if the princess herself hates me?! I hope that no one will ever find me, and I can live my life in seclusion! All I do is take up space in this world! Nopony will ever be able to understand my pain! I'm done! I don't need this! I just don't want to live like this! I-

Twilight, just let go. Trust me. I'm you're friend, and I won't ever abandon you. I can clear the scar Celestia made. It'll only hurt a bit, and then you can be free. You'll never have to cry again. Just trust me.

The voice felt so comforting now. Only then had Twilight realised what she was doing while she ranted. There was a noose around her neck. The only thing keeping her from death was a book hovering above the ground for her to stand on. All she had to do was stop the flow of magic and let the book drop. One final tear flowed down her face before she squeezed her eyes shut.

Trust me.

Twilight let go of her magical grip on the book. At first, she thrashed about; her neck being squeezed felt very uncomfortable. She gagged at the sensation of her neck being squeezed and inhaling such little air at a time. To make it quicker, she used her magic to tighten the knot. After a few more moments, Twilight stopped breathing.

It was done. Her soul was free as her body hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly from side to side.

Twilight was no more.