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>You're typing away, trying to make sure the project is done early.
>You'd rather take the time to finish it earlier than the others, so that you have more time in the evening to goof off.
>The Chinese knock-off headphones are blocking off any external noise as you look at the screen through eyes that are both half-lidded and buried beneath your furrowed brows. 
>There is no sense of your surroundings - just you and your work.
>Suddenly, you feel a something firm tap you on your thigh. Tap tap tap. 
>You start bouncing your leg on the balls of your feet when the tap-tap-tap comes again.
>You break your concentration and look at the pony interrupting you.
>It's Twilight.
>She looks at you with purple eyes full of... something.
>It's not just concern, it's a complex emotion.
>Her face, however, is fairly impassive.
>You take down your headphones and look at her.
>She returns your stare and then finally breaks the silence.
>"Hey Anonymous."
"Hey yourself."
>"It's been a while."
"Yes."
She kicks the floor a little bit with her front hoof, looking away from you for a moment, and surveying your room. 
>Her nostrils twitch as she looks over the various boxes, books, and items that are neartly arranged.
>"You've been keeping busy. Took some lessons from me?"
>You give a very soft chuckle.
"Dear Princess Twilight..."
>She rolls her eyes at you. 
"Mmmm. To some extent. Not as much as you."
>"You've been keeping tabs?"
>You give a half-shoulder shrug.
"Not directly. Mostly I've been following through second-hand sources. I've been... busy."
 >"Too busy for your friends," she asks with a royally arched eyebrow. 
>You give her a glare with no heat in it.
>She returns it. 
"If you're going to be a guest in my house, I would appreciate it if you didn't make baseless accusations."
>She points a hoof at you.
>It's almost imperceptable, and frankly, had it been somepony elese, you wouldn't have noticed or made a big deal.
>Except here you can tell that it's trembling slightly.
>Your eyes focus on the tip of her hoof.
>She lowers it slowly and places it back on the floor with a soft 'clop,' and meets your gaze yet again.
>You look at her and then at the calendar white-board on your wall.
>The year reads 2020, in addition to other notes, arrows, and small illustrations.
>She nods slowly, slightly opening her left wing, and re-adjusting it; then doing the same with the right.
>You shake your head.
"No, that wasn't it." 
>It's at this point you realize how silent it is.
>You're barely breathing.
>So is she. 
>It's deafeningly silent. 
>Her horn glows softly as she absent-mindedly takes a stack of your papers and arranged them in a geometric stack. 
>You start to nod, then draw your lips in a tight line, then steeple your hands and look at her again. 
>She looks away, her eyes momentarily shining with something reflective. 
>You unsteeple your hands and cover your eyes for a moment as your throat tightens up and then releases. 
>"Yes," she says with a hushed tone. 
"It would've been better if it wasn't like a balloon deflating, I think." 
>She looks at you again, eyes glistening.
>"It was good though?"
 >Your throat seizes up again and you feel a warmth pool in your chest and spread in your body.
"No regrets."
>She chuckles softly. 
>"Then what was it that you just said?"
>You remain silent for a while and close your eyes.
>There is a small twitch in your shoulders and maybe you shake a little.
>When you take your hands off your face, they're dry. 
>Looking around, you look at your desk and messy papers. 
>You swalloy dryly, put your headphones back on, and look at your computer screen again.
>A thought strikes you as you focus on the REAL computer screen.
>*One more line,* I think.