Fractured Sunlight 16 - Cut speech

I mean, if you could respond to me right now, what would you say? Other than staring in befuddled confusion, which is probably the right response.

“Maybe I’m just seeking both internal and external validation for something I know doesn’t have an easy answer or even a real world-analogue. Since my life is now apparently some sort of fantasy-land. But even still. I’m happy. More so than I can remember being since we were kids. I want to believe that’s a good thing, and hold onto it.”

Twilight took her glasses off, then balled one hand up into fist and pressed it against her forehead. “I miss you, Sunset. I wish you were still with us today. And I hope you can be happy for me, even if you’re not here.”

There was no uplifting swell of music, no strong gust of wind signifying a response. Just the smell of freshly cut grass, the chirping of the birds, and the heat of the sun from up above.

“Alright,” Twilight said with a sniff, standing up and wiping at her eyes once more. “I think I’m good, thanks for —”

Sunset stood with her fists clenched, pale and trembling, her eyes locked onto the gravestone one plot over.