Day by day she waits. A year has passed, yet she remains ever vigilant, always hopeful. They said she's wasting her time and she'll soon see the truth, but she keeps her head up and looks to the hills as the sun rises. With love in her heart and the wind in her rainbow-mane, she stands atop a hill overlooking the train station: the last place she saw her pretty face.

Hope, well it fills her very core every time the train rounds the hill and rolls into the station. And she looks up as the passengers scatter one by one, trotting around to find their families and friends. Her breaths begin to grow weaker when the ponies stop emerging from the cars. With no purple coat, no navy-blue mane to be seen, her she falls to the ground and her heart seethes with turmoil.

Twilight, you promised... Rainbow whispers into the quiet morning breeze.

Wobbling to her hooves, she takes flight and retreats to the safety of a stray cloud. They told her it would get better, that she'd move on and things would be back to normal.

How could they think that?!

Rainbow recalled her reaction to her friends' willingness to abandon hope, and to move on without her. She couldn't help but feel that the pain in her chest and stomach was the only piece of Twilight that remained with her. It was all she had to hold onto, to sustain her, and it was not something she'd so willingly let go.