Author's Notes:

Thanks to a certain FIMFiction person, I was unable to release this chapter as yesterday's second one, so blame her! It was too embarrassing to.

Whatever she needed, he got it.

Whenever she needed him, he was there.

If she wanted something to eat or drink or some blanket, he fetched it for her.

It was afterschool and Big Macintosh had walked her home earlier and decided to stay with her there. Sunset didn't mind one bit. She needed someone to help her out. She was weak from all the water she inhaled and in constant want of some ice cream. Besides, he had been there before with Applejack. The girls had had a party there once and he joined in. He was like the big brother she never had.

Sunset was laying in bed groaning into her pillow for the boy to come up and get her some more ice cream. She was having a crazy stomach ache from eating all that ice cream, but she felt so sad and angry that she wanted more. Even though it upset her stomach. Big Macintosh came in and glanced at the empty bowl beside her bed.

"That's the tenth bowl. You'll have to lay off on the eatin' Sunset," he said with his slow southern drawl.

"Please?" she asked through her pillow.

Ice cream, just like whip cream, was her comfort food. Only she ate it when she was having a bad day instead of when she had a bad dream.

"Nope," he told her.

"Pleeasssee??" she groaned.

"Sorry, sugarcube."

Sunset turned in her bed groggily and whimpered.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeee??????????????????"

Big Mac shook his head and took the bowl into one of his large hands.

"No. Shucks, you can be as whinny as Applebloom sometimes..."

Big Mac walked away with the bowl. The girl pouted as she lay in her bundle of blankets. She really should stop eating that though. She was going to have to find a way to burn off those extra calories...

In a childish manner, she punched the space beside her in the bed. This was a bad day. She was frail due to the events of earlier and hated the fact that she wasn't stronger. She never liked being someone who had very little strength, so when times of sickness came and caused her to be that way, she hated every moment of it.

Looking down at the indentation she left beside her in the memory foam bed, she thought of Twilight. She imagined Twilight laying next to her smiling. Sunset's stomach twisted angrily and she groaned. She wished she was here. Twilight would comfort her and make her feel better. Why was it that after only it just being hours after she left, stuff was dropping down the toilet?

To think that she would suffer without her made things all the more worse.

Twilight's face smiled at her and she could hear her whisper sweet things.

You're an amazing person, Sunset. You truly are.

Big Macintosh came in and studied Sunset's face. She looked distant in memory. Her brows came over her eyes in thought and she was looking off into space. He decided to leave her to her thoughts and silently crept away from the door.

"You can go home now," Sunset whispered.

This took him by surprise and he paused.

"But you need help, don't you?" he asked.

She shook her head and sighed.

"I'm alright now. Thank you, Big Macintosh."

The boy stood where he was for a few more seconds not sure if he should leave or not.

"I'll call you if there's anything else," she told him.

That seemed to satisfy him and so he nodded. Saying goodbye, he left the room and ran downstairs toward the front door. Sunset trudged to the top of the stair and watched as he walked out. When she heard the door close and his footsteps clatter down the steps, Sunset sighed.

Sliding down the wall, she felt a lump in her throat. Just thinking about Twilight and that she wasn't there made her feel depressed...

An Angel in disguise, Twilight had once said to her.

You're an angel in disguise. One day, your light will shine upon the others for all to see how radiant you are.

The words sank into her like knives, only making the absence of her presence more noticeable. She could see her. Twilight. Her beloved Twilight...

Tears fell down her cheeks as she thought of the sweet girl. She knew this would happen. That's why she told Big Mac to leave. She didn't want him to see her cry. She wanted Twilight to be there so badly. She wanted to be able to touch her and talk to her. To feel comforted by her, to be loved by her...

But no.

She was in Equestria for who knows how long that will be.

She was desperate for her. She wanted to hug and kiss her. Sunset hadn't realized how deeply she loved her until now. It was unbearable to be away from her. With everything that happened that day she was sure nothing else could go wrong. Twilight was away and she needed to talk to her.

The journal.

Sunset got to her feet and went downstairs. She fumbled around and looked for it. It was the only way she could communicate with her. Searching everywhere, she found it under a pile of boxes. Sunset found a pen and sat down on the couch. She opened it and glanced at all the words they had exchanged on the pages. Twilight's elegant handwriting was sweeping across the pages; long in paragraphs and lengthy advice on little things Sunset had asked pertaining to Friendship.

Believe in yourself. If you don't have faith within your own person, you can never reach your full potential. Without believing, you can't move forward. Always have faith, Sunset. Without it, there's no hope.

Sunset's eyes skimmed over this line and she sighed. She had to believe. But this time, not in herself. But in fate. She needed to hope that they would be together again in due time and her loneliness would melt away.

Her pen hovered over the blank page as she thought. Sunset had a million things to write, a million words to pour her heart out. Lines of sweet poetry and sorrow all spelled out in her mind, she could write just about anything. But when she placed the pen on the page, no words came spilling out. Sunset grimaced and wiped the tears in her eyes. How could she not have anything to say?

Her heart was swelling with emotion and she needed to let Twilight know she was there and still thought about her. Her vision blurred as fresh tears came burning at the corner of her eyes. She wanted to say something but there was so much to say...That's when she just wrote three simple words.