* Author's Note: Damn it! This was shorter than I intended it to be! I'm sorry, peeps...*

Twilight rushed back to the portal. She was WAY past the time she could be in that world. She touched the statue's side. It was a solid wall of stone.

" No..."Twilight whispered.

She slid her hands all across the surface hoping for it to still be open.

" No, no, no..."

She pounded her fists into the stone. " This can't be! It can't be closed!"

She backed up and rammed her shoulder into the statue's side. Nothing happened, it just resulted in a sore shoulder. Twilight repeated the shoulder damaging move over and over until she felt her shoulder dislocate. Tears sprung to her eyes as she slid to the ground against the statue.

It wasn't just because she was in pain, it was also because all the things she did, the crimes she committed to make her plan possible, was to be(eventually) exposed. In her plan to make Sunset's life better, she ended up destroying her own. She was, in a way, in the same position as the person she was trying to help.

Twilight stiffly took out her calculations and whipped out a slew of equations on the paper.

A month.

She had to stay stuck there for a month until the portal opened and by then, it wouldn't even be worth it to go back. Her life was done for. She had friends here. They may not be the original friends she had, the ones she shared crazy adventures with, learned valuable lessons with, and had their help to rise to alicornhood, but these versions were perfect replacements...

Everything and everyone were the same. Except maybe Sunset Shimmer. She was the only addition to this world she would now call home.

Twilight got up and went toward the school. The school janitor, who happened to look a lot like Discord*'A Sparkling Sunset' reference. See Ferhog. had left the school doors unlocked. He probably forgot to lock the doors as he left. Twilight made her way inside to the library, the only place that would make her feel at peace.

She rubbed her shoulder and grabbed a pencil. Putting it in her mouth, she prepared herself for the worst. She was going to pop her shoulder into place.

Twilight grabbed hold of the weak arm and counted to three.

One, two, three!

In a fierce and sudden jerk she pulled her arm. Twilight bit hard on the pencil and tears streamed down her face. She dared not yell. Her arm hurt like hell, or in her case, tartartus. Unfortunately, her shoulder was still dislocated.

Another tug should do it. Twilight didn't want to try again though, but she had to.

Twilight got ready and tried again. One, two, three!

Harder than the last, she tugged her arm and screamed. The pencil broke and splintered, cutting her gums and tongue. She spat the pieces of wood and lead out, along with drops of blood and saliva.

Her muscles screamed in agony, the tendrils and tissue stretched and ripped to the extent of extreme disrepair. In her blurry vision of tears she staggered to a seat. Grabbing the box of tissue, she took out a bunch of its content and stuffed her mouth with it to absorb the blood.

After a few horrible moments she was able to breath normally. Twilight felt numb all over. Anything. Just anything. She needed something to ease her pain, or alt least, make her forget it. Glancing across the table, she saw a book wide open. A book was just what she needed. Twilight slid the book to her and closed it.

" If she were the sun and her the moon..."

Interesting.

She opened the book up to the first page and found herself entranced. The story of Red Rose and Blue Belle unfolded in the words before her and made her forget the aching she felt. Two different people coming together and forming a beautiful, passionate bond...something so nice.

Blue Belle seemed to be more of the man in the relationship while Red Rose was the woman. Twilight's eyes took in the words and felt her heart race. Slowly the description of the girl's that the book gave Twilight changed in her mind. Blue Belle's black hair became red with yellow streaks. Her plain clothes became the leather jacket, skirt, and riding boots Twilight knew so well. Red Rose's freckles vanished and her olive skin became a lavender hue. The red hair turned dark purple and the eyes, violet. Before she knew it, Twilight wasn't imagining the story of Red Rose and Blue Belle.

It was the story of Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle.

Reading deep into the night, she didn't waste a single moment with her eyes off the pages. Twilight had unconsciously changed the story to a lovely connection between her and Sunset. A warm sensation ran through her.

Her and Sunset together?

A possibility.

Author's Notes:

Did you know that Blue Belle is a caricature of myself and Red Rose is an over exaggeration of a friend of mine? I do, in fact, wear glasses, have messy buns, love to wear uniforms, and am very serious. I only express myself in writing. And like Blue Belle, I'm somewhat of a nerd and I guess you could say smart. I'm also like Octavia in a way. I play violin at an Arts School.

If it makes you feel better, I'm half Asian.

I also heard rumors that Twilight is an Asian pony. Look at her Chinese bang, smarts, and scholarly position that got her to be a princess. She could be...she could be...