Graduation Day. A day many students looked forward to, yet dreaded at the same time. Although the experience that was high school may not have been as pleasant as others, the idea of leaving behind the place where most students had been for the past four years was absolutely devastating and even terrifying, for a select few.

The indoor gym was packed full of people, whether they be parents in the stands recording their child's momentous occasion, faculty keeping things on schedule or students waiting for their turn to be called up to the stage. Each person was waiting in suspense for the receival of each diploma to their peers, completely engrossed in the ceremony.

Sombra watched along with the others in the gym, listening to the names as they were called out with little interest. The scene was the same as every year; students in the universal plastic blue chairs waiting (im)patiently for their diploma with cheesy, but nostalgic, music playing in the background and parents fighting with one another to get the best shot of their young adult.

"Rainbow Dash," Principal Celestia announced, holding out a rolled up diploma. Despite being a special occasion, the principal was wearing her signature golden blazer which bore her sun-shaped pin, along with her royal purple dress slacks.

"Aw, yeah!" shouted the multi-colored hair girl as she rushed up the stage. Her friends and other fellow students laughed at her proclamation, but if Rainbow noticed, she didn't give any sign of it. She was an athletic girl and a bit of a braggart, as Sombra soon learned once she came into his class only a couple years prior.

'She was always such a loudmouth...' Sombra thought to himself as Rainbow held up her diploma whilst cheering.

"Oh, Dash!" Sombra heard one of Rainbow's friends exclaim while laughing. It was Fluttershy, who was more often than not as quiet as the wind. Despite her shyness and lack of confidence, however, she held up as one of his highest graded students, besides Sunset Shimmer, of course.

Once she was finished showing her appreciation of being freed from high school's trials, Rainbow rushed off the stage and gathered with the rest of the students who received their diplomas.

"Ahem," Celestia said, trying to gain the crowd's attention again, "Octavia Melody."

Sombra found himself losing interest in the graduation ceremony again and leaned against the wall behind him with a ragged sigh. Year after year, students he came to know and like(and more often than not, dislike) would leave to follow their aspirations, whether they be good-hearted or flat out ridiculous.

Rainbow Dash wanted to join the aerial performance team the Wonderbolts, as she stated many times in class, along with her fellow athletes, Soarin', Spitfire and Fleetfoot. Sombra cringed in remembrance of Lightning Dust, an exchange student who held the same dream as the before-stated. Although she had much appreciation towards the art of aerial performance and military training, her reckless behavior had more often than not gotten her into trouble, which eventually led to her expulsion after nearly blowing up the school in chemistry class in her sophomore year.

Fluttershy's kind and caring nature could only lead to her wanting to nurse the weak and defenseless animals that littered the capital city of Equis and open her own animal shelter, whilst aiding the others that already occupied the area. However, Sombra found himself questioning just how much the girl loved animals as he randomly caught sight of an animal appendage poking out of her bag during class, along with a few chitters and the occasional growl. Despite having cause to question her on the subject, Sombra found it best not to do so.

Then, there was Applejack, who had the intention to stay home to work on her family's orchard full time and stop her education at high school. There were many days where Applejack wasn't able to turn in her work due to the responsibilities that came with her parents' passing when she was younger, so Sombra was forced to give her pardons by Celestia's order. He found himself frowning as he was reminded of his similar trials and pushed the thought of the student out of his mind.

Rarity, who was one of his least favorite students on account of her dramatic behavior and outrageous gossip, wanted to continue running her shop in Canterlot and branch out her designs outside of Equis and become an international sensation, all the way from Prance to Trottingham.

Then, there was... her.

Sombra closed his eyes as he took a deep breath to calm himself down from his rising tension that he didn't realize he had until then. He wasn't going to get upset over what he had been struggling to keep concealed for the past few years; no, he was going to keep his feelings in check. Just one more day.

One more day, and she would be gone from his life.

The day was only just beginning when Sombra arrived at Canterlot High, the home of the Wondercolts. He had been to the school prior to his arrival, but this visit was different from the others. He was here to move into his new room in which he would be teaching chemistry for the foreseeable future after transferring from the Crystal Academy in the North.

It was less than a week before classes resumed at school for both teachers and students alike, meaning Sombra had very little time to get everything he needed to get done ready. He had been so caught up in getting familiarized with the school's contents and programs, he had forgotten about making lesson plans.

'I'll get to it once I get settled...' Sombra told himself as he carried a heaping box full of personal items. Although the box itself wasn't heavy, it was unwieldy and difficult to get a good hold on, making the moving progress slowly. But, just as he was nearing the entrance to the school, he felt his hold slip from the bottom of the box, causing it to fall down and the contents to spill over. He let out a ragged sigh and begrudgingly crouched down to pick up the fallen items.

"You need help with that?" he heard a voice ask. Sombra looked up from his place on the ground and saw a young girl who couldn't have been past her first year in high school standing in front of him. She had messy, curly, magenta hair that went just past her shoulders and was wearing a white shirt that bore a magenta heart with a short-sleeved blue cardigan along with a pink skirt that held three balloons on her side.

"Uh, yes, actually," he replied, confused by how she managed to appear so suddenly.

"Okie dokie lokie!" she exclaimed, then kneeled down to pick up the box's spilled contents. He rose a brow at her in question of her strange exclamation, but refrained from asking what it meant. When he looked down to pick up another fallen item, he was surprised to see that the items had somehow managed to get into the box all at once.

"How did you--" Sombra tried to ask.

"Hey, I've never seen you here before!" the girl exclaimed suddenly, cutting him off, "Are you a student?"

"Wait, no--" Sombra attempted to say, but was cut off once again.

"No, you're too old to be," she mused aloud, putting her hand on her chin in thought, "Are you a helper with the school's opening?"

"N-" Sombra didn't even get his first syllable out.

"Oooooooo, you're the new teacher, aren't you?" she called out, holding her hand up victoriously, "Mr.Sombra, right?"

He didn't even bother to say anything and just nodded in response.

The girl frowned. "You don't talk much, do you?" she asked.

Sombra's eye twitched.

"Oh, I better get back to work!" she exclaimed, then jumped up quickly, "Nice to meet you, Mr.Sombra!" She dashed off before he could reply, her impossible speed creating a wind that blew her hair back.

He sat there in the parking lot for a few more moments in dazed silence before sighing and brushing himself off. He got up and picked the box up off the ground, then proceeded to walk to the school's entrance, as he had done before.

'She's strange, that girl,' Sombra thought to himself, 'I wonder what her name was...?'

"Pinkamena Diane Pie," said a voice, breaking through his thoughts.

Sombra blinked and he was back in the gym with everyone else. He sighed as he shook his head at himself. He really needed to stop zoning out like that. It was at that moment the name that Principal Celestia had called out registered in his mind and he felt himself freeze as he watched her stand up.

She looked beautiful, even more so than usual. Her magenta hair bounced with her every movement and her ocean blue eyes sparkled giddily as she made her way up to the stage to receive her diploma, freeing herself from the restraints of her teen years.

Sombra forced himself to look away as he felt his heartbeat increase, taking slow, steady breaths to calm himself down.

'One more day,' he reminded himself, 'just get through this one day...'

'One more day,' Sombra thought angrily, 'just get through this one day...' Class had just ended, making way for lunchtime, the only time of the day he seemed to be looking forward to anymore as the year continued on. Despite his earlier excitement about starting at a new school, the students hadn't even begun to pay him any serious mind, what with his current "new guy" status.

'Those brats can't even balance an equation without making a comment!' he thought, aggravated beyond belief. He sighed in remembrance of how he would be free from the student's teasing once the day was over. Sombra would be free for the weekend, not having to do anything for once. Although others would argue that staying home and doing nothing was a complete waste of time, Sombra's mood lifted just at the thought of doing so.

"Oh, hello, Sombra!" a voice called out, breaking him out of his thoughts. Sombra turned to see Principal Celestia making her way over as she waved at him, smiling at him serenely.

"Oh," Sombra replied, somewhat surprised by her sudden greeting, "er, hello to you, too." Celestia wasn't prone to talk to any of the teachers, much less him.

"Can we talk for a moment?" Celestia asked, gesturing him to come over with a flick of her hand. He frowned at the fact he would be wasting his lunch period on conversing with his peers, but nodded in response.

"Is something the matter?" Sombra asked, making his way over.

"Are you free tonight?" she asked, him, getting to the point almost immediately.

Sombra blinked in shock. "What?" he blurted out, completely surprised by her question.

Celestia's eyes widened as she realized what she said and she held her hands up. "I'm not asking you out, if that's what you think."

Sombra, embarrassed, rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Oh..." he drawled, looking off to the side with particular interest.

"Anyway," Celestia said, getting back to her original question, "I was wondering mainly because I need chaperones for the Fall Formal."

Sombra felt his embarrassment turn into shock almost immediately. "I thought Chrysalis and Discord were chaperoning?" Sombra wondered aloud, looking off to the classroom where Mr.Discord resided.

Celestia cleared her throat awkwardly. "Yes, well," she said, "Discord's caused a bit of a... disturbance in the preparations for the dance."

Sombra raised his eyebrows. "He spilled chocolate milk all over something again, didn't he?"

Celestia pointed her finger at him. "Bingo."

"How does he have so much of it all the time?" Sombra questioned her, "It makes no sense!"

"'What fun is there in making sense?'" Celestia asked, mimicking Discord whilst waving her arms around flamboyantly.

"And Chrysalis?" he asked her, crossing his arms, "This isn't another attempt at setting us up again, is it?"

Celestia smirked at him. "Who, me?" she said innocently, "Why, that was Luna!"

Sombra rolled his eyes at her. "Right." Celestia and her younger sister, Vice Principal Luna, had made it their mission to pair him up with one of their female co-workers, which almost always ended up in disaster. Although Chrysalis showed particular interest in him, his feelings weren't mutual.

"I'll see you at the dance tonight!" Celestia called out as she walked away.

"Wait, I never said I'd--" he tried to say, but stopped himself when he found she wasn't listening. Sombra groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose in aggravation. Looks like his weekend alone was going to have to wait for another day.

'I might as well get to lunch,' he thought, trudging his feet glumly. But, just as he was making his way past the gym/auditorium, he heard the sound of singing resonate within it's depths.

Sombra froze as he listened, the voice sounding somewhat familiar to him, despite his lack of socialism. He couldn't place the voice's owner at his current position, so he decided to take a closer look. He leaned into the door of the gym with interest and was surprised to see the magenta haired girl from a couple weeks prior.

She was standing atop a ladder, hanging up streamers with small pushpins while singing to no one in particular.

Suddenly, her ladder swayed in one direction, causing her to lose her balance. With a shriek, the girl lost her footing and slipped off the ladder and proceeded to fall down.

With a burst of adrenaline, Sombra rushed over to where he predicted she would land and held his arms out in an attempt to catch her. Unfortunately, once she reached him, he didn't predict just how much she would weigh and he felt himself fall onto his back as she crashed into him.

The girl continued to shriek for a few more moments with her eyes screwed shut, then cracked an eye open to look at her surroundings whilst doing so. After seeing that she was no longer falling, she opened her other eye and stopped screaming altogether.

"That's strange..." she said aloud, crossing her legs to get more comfortable, "I wonder how I managed to not get hurt." She put her hands down at her sides and on top of Sombra and leaned back, then leaned forward when she felt the strange texture. "Since when the floor get so lumpy?"

Sombra let out a moan of pain, which caused the girl to look over at him.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, then jumped up, "Sorry!" Sombra sat up with a pained groan and rubbed his aching back.

"I think you shattered my back..." he moaned, wincing as he did so.

"Here, let me help you," the girl said, holding out her hand in offerance. Sombra gave her hand a wary look, but sighed as he took it and was pulled up to his feet.

"What are you doing in here?" Sombra asked her as he rubbed his back.

The girl giggled randomly and held out her hands. "Well, duh!" she exclaimed, "I'm decorating!"

Sombra looked around the empty gym, then back at the girl. "By yourself?" he asked, quirking a brow.

The girl frowned, then crossed her arms sullenly. "My friend was supposed to help, but she bailed on me last minute," she told him, "can you believe it?"

"Uh..." Sombra drawled, feeling uncomfortable as she continued to talk.

"I mean, I do stuff for her all the time!" she exclaimed, then held up her hand as she made it move to the sound of her voice, "'Pinkie, help me pin this dress', 'Pinkie, get me that blue ribbon', 'No, not that one, it's azure'." Whilst imitating her friend, she used a ridiculous regal voice while she struck over exaggerated poses like a constipated runway model. Sombra found himself trying not to laugh as she continued to dramatically mock her friend and name off different shades of blue.

"For cupcakes' sake, they're all blue!" Pinkie exclaimed finally, throwing her arms in the air, "Sweetie Belle agrees me!" She grabbed the side of her skirt bearing her trademark three balloons and peeled the blue one off, much to Sombra's bewilderment. She put the balloon to her lips and blew into it, immediately filling it with air.

"Who exactly is your friend?" Sombra found himself asking, taking particular interest n the strange girl. She put the balloon down to talk, but released her hold on the hole, causing the balloon to fly away from her as it emptied itself of air.

"You wouldn't know her," she replied simply, "you teach sophomores; she's a freshman." She pulled an identical balloon out from behind her, although Sombra saw no way for her to hold it there without pockets, which he knew she didn't have.

"How do you know what I teach?" he blurted out, surprised she knew so much about him. In their last meeting, she had managed to guess who he was in three tries, despite the fact they didn't know each other.

She opened her mouth to answer, causing the air in the balloon to blow into her face. She gave him a frown as she held the deflated balloon between her thumb and index finger.

"Wait 'til I finish blowing before asking me something," she told him, then put her hand down before answering, "I know everything about everyone."

Sombra raised his eyebrows collectively. "Really? Everything?" he asked, sounding disbelieving.

"Try me," she said, then menacingly put the balloon to her face before inflating it and tying it off in less than five seconds without breaking eye contact.

Sombra looked down at his watch, then shrugged. "Alright, I'll try," he answered, deciding to amuse himself, "when's my birthday?"

"November 2nd," she replied flatly, causing Sombra's eyes to widen, "Approximately 32 days, 16 hours and 26 minutes away."

"How did you--" Sombra tried to ask.

"Sorry I couldn't guess the exact time of birth," she told him, "I'm a bit frazzled today."

"That was a guess?!" Sombra exclaimed, becoming slack-jawed at her nonchalance.

"I'm guessing you're a fan of chocolate cupcakes, am I right?" she asked, ignoring his question.

Sombra frowned. "I've never had a chocolate cupcake in my life," he replied, then smiled victoriously at her shocked expression, "I guess that means I win?"

The girl rushed over to him and grabbed his black jacket to pull him in closer while stared into his eyes intently. Sombra began to feel claustrophobic as she pressed her body against his and prayed that no one was around to see them the way they were.

"You've never eaten chocolate cupcakes?!" she shrieked, piercing his eardrums, "Have you been living under a rock your entire life?!"

Sombra grabbed her hands and pried them off of him as he frowned at her. "I've never eaten one because I doubt that it's worth eating."

She blinked in surprise. "Oh, I can fix that!" she exclaimed, then reached behind her and pulled out a small pink box no bigger than her hand.

"Where do you keep those things?" Sombra asked her, pointing at the box as he eyed it suspiciously.

"Eat this at lunch!" she told him, then said, "Oh, that's right now, isn't it?"

Sombra's eyes widened and he looked down at his watch. He had less than ten minutes to eat!

"I gotta go!" he exclaimed, grabbing the box from her hands and rushing out.

"Bye, Mr.Sombra!" she called out as he got to the door. He stopped mid-step and turned back around to look at her.

"What's your name?" he asked her, "I never caught it."

She smiled at him. "Pinkie," she answered, "Pinkie Pie's my name."

Sombra gave her a quick once over, taking in her pinkness. "I should've figured as much," he said to himself.

Pinkie gave him a cheeky grin. "Then I win the guessing game!" she cheered, jumping up as she did.

Sombra rolled his eyes at her, but found himself smiling as he made his way down the hall, feeling happier than he had since his arrival at Canterlot High.

Sombra shook his head again as he tried to rid his mind of the memories plaguing it. He turned his attention to the stage to see the seniors had all stood up and placed their hands on their caps. He watched as all the graduates tossed their hats into the air whilst cheering at the top of their lungs, celebrating the next step into their new life.

Sombra felt his eyes go over to Pinkie, who was chatting with her friends as she walked out of the gym with them. He took a deep breath to calm himself as he turned and rushed to the opposite exit so he could get out of there. He couldn't do this. He couldn't watch her leave. It was just too painful.

He turned the corner down the hall quickly and was happy to see the familiar number for his classroom. He slowed down once he reached it and turned the knob, knowing it would be unlocked; he had come prepared for the possibility of having a panic attack.

Sombra entered the room, taking in the familiar sight with relishment. It had been cleaned the previous day after classes let out for all the students and had remained untouched until his arrival. He walked over to his desk and took a seat in his spinny chair. He felt his chest tighten as the memories it held reached him and tried desperately to fight the reminisce taking over him, but failed as it replayed for him.

"Here's your papers!" Pinkie chirped, handing him a small stack of documents. Sombra looked up from his computer to look at the papers and took them out of her hand, then placed them beside his keyboard.

"Thank you," he replied, his eyes darting back to the monitor. Pinkie leaned over his shoulder and peered at the screen with interest.

"Whatcha workin' on?" she asked, her face right next to his.

Sombra, used to her lack of boundaries, shrugged his shoulders. "Just study papers," he answered, "nothing too big."

"Oh," Pinkie said, then stood up straight, "is there anything else you need me to do?"

Sombra shook his head. "You did all your assistant duties for the day, servant," he told her, taking on a regal tone.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she said in the same regal tone, then curtsied, "I'm happy to serve you, King Sombra."

Both broke their serious expressions as they started to laugh at the nickname Pinkie had given him after an incident at the Fall Formal two years prior to the current time.

"It was nice of you to stay after school to help me," Sombra told her, smiling at her. It wasn't something he did very often, especially when teaching class. But, somehow, Pinkie had the most insane way of making even Sombra smile and laugh, whether it be at something random or ridiculous.

"No problem!" she replied, "I'm your assistant for a reason, remember?"

After attending his class her sophomore year, Pinkie had signed up to be a teacher's aid and Sombra just so happened to need an assistant at the time, so she ended up being his companion during third period everyday. It was at that class period, and lunchtime, when Pinkie had time to visit, that got him through all the painful work days and stressful interactions with students.

"Indeed you are," he said, then yawned loudly.

"Tired, huh?" she asked, then put a hand on his shoulder, "Why don't you go get some coffee?"

Sombra quirked a brow upwards. "I don't think I can trust you to be alone in here, Pinkie," he said in a serious tone, then grinned at her expression.

"I accidentally blow something up in Chemistry class one time and you never let me hear the end of it!" she exclaimed, then pointed an accusing finger at him, "What about the time you set fire to Ms.Chrysalis' hair when she came in during one of your 'experiments'?"

Sombra frowned. "Not gonna lie, that was not my best moment," he admitted, then grinned again, "at least she stopped bothering me about going on a date."

Pinkie's eyes widened. "She asked you out?" she breathed as she gaped at him.

"Yes, why?" he asked her.

"Eeeeeeeeeew," she drawled, screwing her eyes shut.

"What? We're both adults!" Sombra told her, not appreciating her reaction.

"I know, but that's why it's so grooooooooss," she whined, "no one over thirty should ever kiss each other."

Sombra crossed his arms. "I'm 23."

Pinkie stopped whining and gave him a wide-eyed stare. "Really?" she said, then put her hand to her chin in thought, "I guess that's why the senior girls like you so much."

"Do they now?" Sombra asked, his interest piqued, "What do these 'senior girls' say?"

Pinkie shrugged. "The usual stuff; that you're cute, that you work out, that you have a cute butt, that you're probably a good kisser."

"Wait, what was that last one?"

"That you're a good kisser?"

"No, before that."

"That you have a cute butt?" she repeated, holding arms up in a clueless manner. Both stared at each other in silence before Sombra raised his eyebrows and let out a, "Well?"

"Well, what?" Pinkie asked, not understanding his question.

"Do you think I have a cute butt?" he asked her, then waggled his eyebrows.

Pinkie's face went bright red. "I am not answering that!" she exclaimed, making a big X with her arms then throwing them out to her sides.

Sombra let out a laugh. "I'm just kidding, Pinkie," he told her, then stood up from his chair, "I'm gonna take up that coffee now. I'll be back in a minute."

Sombra walked past Pinkie and made his way over to the door. "Oh, and don't forget to--" he stopped talking when he caught Pinkie looking up from his waist area. Both maintained eye contact with each other for a brief moment before Sombra exclaimed, "Were you just--?!"

"Yes!" she shouted back, then smacked her hand over her mouth, "I mean, no!"

Sombra felt his face become heated as he continued to gape at her, his eyes wide.

"Hey, it's kinda hard not to!" Pinkie said in defense, then crossed her arms.

Sombra closed his mouth as he smirked at her. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," he told her, then turned around to leave.

"OK!" Pinkie exclaimed, the sound of a camera shutter following. Sombra turned around to see Pinkie holding her pink phone as she looked at the screen. "Applejack is gonna love this! She's been dying to get one of these since sophomore year!"

"Don't you even dare!" Sombra shouted, reaching for the phone.

"Whoops, I accidentally sent it!" she called out, holding the phone as far away from him as possible whilst pushing her hand into his face. Once he finally managed to grab the phone, he was horrified to see she was telling the truth and held his arm at his side limply.

"Great, now it's going to circulate," he groaned, putting his hand on his face.

Pinkie giggled. "Yeah, it doesn't help that I zoomed in on it."

Just thinking about that embarrassing moment made Sombra cringe and he shuddered visibly as he did. For weeks afterwards, he had to endure the stares of students as they passed by him and giggled if he was front of them. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but he more often than not caught even Vice Principal Luna joining in on the hushed giggles and stares as he passed.

Sombra gazed at the empty room as an attempt to forget the less than better parts of his time with Pinkie and let out a heavy sigh when he gazed at the clock on the wall. Graduation was nearing it's end and soon he wouldn't have to endure anymore torture from the pink menace known as Pinkie Pie.

'Although she was fun to have around, I can't let this get to me,' he told himself, 'she's a student; I'm a teacher. It would never work.' Even though he had been telling himself this for the past year since his realization of his feelings for her, part of him clung to the idea of being with her... of holding her... of kissi--

'No!' he thought firmly, 'I won't let this continue! I can't let this continue...'

"Uh, Mr.Sombra?" asked an all-too familiar voice.

Sombra regretfully looked up from his desk to see Pinkie Pie, still wearing her graduation gown, standing at the doorway. Her hair was messier than usual, on account of it being compressed and released so suddenly.

"Uh, hello, Pinkie," Sombra greeted awkwardly, "what are you doing here?"

"I saw you leave the gym and came to see if you were alright," she answered, walking over to him while look concerned, "are you?"

Why did she have to be so caring? He was already struggling enough as is and she was making even more difficult with every action she made.

"Uh, yes," he replied, "don't worry too much."

Pinkie frowned at him. "I know you, Mr.Sombra," she said sternly, "you're not alright."

Much to his chagrin, she walked over to him until she was standing in front of him. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead and squinted her eyes in concentration.

"You don't have a fever," she mused aloud, then put her hand down, "that means something's bothering you."

"Nothing's bothering me," he said quickly, then turned away from her.

Pinkie sighed. "Fine, don't tell me," she said crisply, standing up and turning away from him, "I thought we were friends, Kingsley."

Sombra felt himself frown at the mention of his least favorite nickname from her. She only used it when she was upset with him or to bother him for the heck of it, the former being the reason of it's use.

"I thought we were more than friends..." Pinkie muttered, just barely loud enough for Sombra to hear. His eyes widened as he tried to process her statement, then began to question whether or not she had actually said it.

"What did you just say?" he blurted out, standing up abruptly. Pinkie just seemed to realize what it was she had just said and put her hand to her mouth in shock.

"Did I say that out loud?" she asked, her eyes wide with horror.

"Yes," Sombra breathed, "you did."

"Oh, this is embarrassing!" Pinkie exclaimed, then started to rush away, "I'm sorry, I should--"

"Wait!" he shouted, then grabbed her arm. Pinkie's eyes widened even more as she turned to face him.

"Mr.Sombra..." she whispered, "why are you--"

"I can't hold it back anymore," he told her, pulling her close, "I've been doing it for so long and it's just been so difficult."

"What do you mean?" she breathed, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying..." he started, then struggled to find the right words as his mind became a flurry of rushing thoughts. He put a hand on her back and pulled her closer to him, then leaned towards her shocked form.

"...I love you," he finished, then closed the gap between them. Although the kiss itself last for seconds, it felt like an eternity to Sombra, who only pulled Pinkie closer.

"W-what?" Pinkie stammered as she pulled away, "that's... that's not possible."

"It is," he told her, leaning towards her again, "I know it is..."

"No, it's not!" she exclaimed, pushing him away, "This can't happen!"

He blinked at her. "Pinkie..." he breathed, trying to reach towards her as his chest tightened.

"You're- you're a teacher!" she said, "And I'm--"

"Graduated," he told her, taking her hand, "you're not a student anymore, Pinkie."

"I'm sorry, but--" she took a deep breath, then pulled her hand away, "I can't do this."

Without so much as another word, she rushed out, wiping her face to clean the tears that began to stream down her cheeks. Sombra watched with a heavy heart as she left his classroom, feeling the weight of his actions begin to fall onto him.

She was gone. And he wasn't as happy as he thought he'd be.

Author's Notes:

Freaking chapter title... Yeah, I'm putting a "Frozen" reference there. Wanna know why? Because I...

LET IT GO! LET IT GO!
CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE!
LET IT GO! LET IT GO!
TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE-
*dies from getting shot multiple times*
...
HA HA, I LIVE! But, I'll refrain from singing Idina Menzel... for now, that is. I might start singing "Take Me or Leave Me", if you're lucky. Yeah, I'll do a duet by myself because I am that fantastic.

So, this idea came to be when I randomly thought, "What is Sombra like in the 'Equestria Girls' universe?" I mean, I figured he would be a teacher since Celestia and Luna are the principals of the school, but are at least 1000 years old in Equestria, much like Sombra is. So, since SombraPie is my OTP, I figured there might be a bit of conflict in terms of their relationship in the human world. Yeah, I know, there's still a lot more conflict in the pony world, seeing as how Sombra is "dead" and they have more differences than fire and ice, but has that ever stopped the people of this fandom? I think not!

Hey, random question; should I write a story over what happened at the Fall Formal during Pinkie and Sombra's first year at Canterlot High? That'd be interesting, right?

*ahem* Now that it's been a moment...

TAKE ME FOR WHAT I AAAAAAM!
(A CONTROL FREAK!)
WHO I WAS MEANT TO BEEEEE!
(A SNOB YET OVER ATTENTIVE!)
AND IF YOU GIVE A DAAAAAAAAAMN!
(A LOVABLE DROLL GEEK!)
TAKE ME, BABY, OR LEAVE MEEEEEE!
(AN ANAL RETENTIVE!)

If you don't know this song, then shame on you. And for those of you who are getting upset over this...

Also, for those who downvoted this story...