Anon dies of old age

>You give a sigh, placing a hand on the side of Twilight's neck.
>Your hand shakes as you stroke softly along her mane.
>The crinkles in your withered hand smooth out as the friction pulls your skin taught.
>With some difficulty, you lower yourself from your standing position with your cane down to sit on her throne to rest your weary legs.
>It has been a long time since you sat down...
"Death... Think of it this way, Twilight. All things come to an end. It is the natural order. How long has it been..."
>You bring a hand up to your chin, scratching at the little bits of white peach fuzz you called a beard.
>"You came to Equestria seventy years ago."
"...Ninety two."
>Twilight gasped.
"Most people don't live this long..."
>You rest back against her throne. It's quite comfortable.
"Life... Eventually will end. Not for you, Twilight, you're special. You have a destiny that spans far longer into time than someone like me. I am but a man."
>"What are you saying, Anon?"
>You give a light, wheezy sigh.
"Twilight, come sit with me a while."
>Her ears perk up, and the much larger than you remember alicorn book horse nestled in to the seat beside you.
>You struggle to get your arm over her flank.
"I don't know if I ever thanked you Twilight. For all those crazy adventures and fun times."
>Twilight can sense something is wrong.
>She feels rather warm when she's this close.
>Your eyes droop shut as you heave another breath.
>Your chest feels pretty heavy.
>A nap would be nice right about now.
>"Anon...? Anon!"
>Twilight's wing presses out against your chest, supporting you from falling forward.
"Twi, do me a favor."
>She looks at you with deep worry written on her face.
>"W-What is it, Anon?"
"You keep smiling. Laugh. Be happy."
>Twilight's lip quivers. She knows.
>You hand reaches up to give her one more gentle boop.
"I think it's time for a rest."
>Twilight struggled to hold herself together, brining your hand back down around her with her horn.
>Your hand weakly strokes her side.
"Hey now... Don't worry about me."
>Twilight noses in under your chin.
>Her wings buff out with fright.
>She probably heard how soft your heart beat was.
"Don't cry for an old man. You silly book horse."
>She cracks a smile as two tears roll down her face.
"I don't think I could have been any luckier."
>"Shh... I-I understand, Anon."
>You could count your breaths by the faintly tapering beating of your heart.
>She was.
>Twilight's hooves pulled around your chest, hugging you against her as tightly as she dared to not hurt you.
>There's a tunnel up ahead.
>Darkness is falling.
>You think you can make out the shapes of Celestia and Luna walking toward you.
>"It's time, Anon."
>You've flown with magical aid before, but this is different.
>You feel like you're floating away from everything.
>You feel the weight of your body drift away, the sensation of Twilight's hug drifting, the sound of Twilight's sudden outburst lost as your senses dull.
>So warm...
>So soft...

>Fin