If you had fifteen minutes of your life to relive over and over again, what would you do? Would you spend those minutes with someone you cared about? Would you spend them attempting a difficult, almost-impossible feat until you finally got it right? Or would you spend them alone, in your room, touching yourself?

Twilight Sparkle chose the latter, but she's beginning to wish she hadn't.

Written in a single-night energy-drink fueled sleepless delirium for Ambiguously Named Tuendsday.