Anon - The Big Day

>6th of August 2014
>The big day
>Repeating the date over and over in your head
>Like turning a coin in the palm of your hand, your mind loops in on itself
>Had 6 months really came and gone that quickly ?
>It doesn't seem possible
>The first day jags in your mind like broken glass
>The first time seeing those imposing gates
>Like stalwart guardians they towered over the facilities
>Promising swift and brutal justice for wrong-doers
>But now the gate offers a different perspective
>Now it is the small gap between here and the rest of your life
>Standing in this courtyard, waiting on those gates to open
>This was your purgatory
>Waiting for those gates to swing open
>Whether for better or for worse
>You take one last look at the logo on the gate
>CYDC
>Canterlot Youth Detention Center
>The low mechanical grumble
>The tug of twisting metal pulling the gate open
>Light from the setting sun reaches into the yard and blinds you
>Yet despite this you see an unmistakable silhouette
>One of angelic beauty so divine that 6 months of solitude cannot sully it
>You choke
>Warm salty tears roll down your face
>Tears you didn't realize you were fighting