https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qq09UkPRdFY

Death sits by Grey's bed. She watches him sleep. Birds outside are frozen in place just like the insects and ponies. Leaves float perfectly still in the air. Death has stopped time to be close to her beloved. Stopping time and watching Grey is old hat to her by now. She strokes his black mane and sighs contently.

"What can I do to make you love me?" she question's the sleeping gray stallion. "All the data I have compiled doesn't make sense. I just want things to go back to the way they were before she returned." She heaves a heavy sigh and leaves his side. Before closing the door behind her, she watches him from behind the door, "Why is love so painful?"

Death closes the door and stares at the floor. After hours of silent reflection, she concludes to let Grey go from her heart. Why? Death has an eternity to look forward to, and she does not want to live her life in pain. She has become a shadow of her former self. Changing herself for Grey has only made her lose sight of her true self. Before Death had turned herself into gothic, mischievous, young girl: Gods respected her, Mortals venerated her, and Devils vied for her favor.

Here she stands a pony. . . a pony! The most powerful entity in existence is now a prancing pink pony. For what? She does not know! Death groans and collapses to the floor. She rests her head on a leg and stares at the wall with unblinking pink eyes. She always gives and gives and gives, and everyone takes and takes and takes. No more.

She stands to her hooves and ignites her horn. Birds sing. Ponies talk. Bees buzz.

"No more," Death declares and walks away from Grey's door.