The Last Date

"The first date we ever had, you gave me a flower. And I think it's only appropriate to end our last one with the same favor."

The rose had looked better when first given to her, for now its leaves had developed chalice-like spots, leaving the interior soft to the touch, but she was sure her wife appreciated the effort. It was oddly fitting, for a pony such as the farm worker. A coarse outside, gentle inside. Spread where the headstone could see was a checkered blanket, accompanied by a picnic basket. The princess poured herself a glass of wine, and rubbed her hand over a brown stain. She had never been able to remove that stain since the day it was made, a jittery farmer trying to impress her date over a cup of coffee in the park. Maybe she'd try to bleach it tomorrow, to really seek closure. But for now, it was history, and Twilight was glad to have it as she poured herself a glass of wine, tipping it toward the headstone's face.

"Happy birthday, Applejack."

AN) I was really trying to keep within a drabble format, but at the end of the day, it just didn't work out. This was a story that needed between one hundred and two hundred words, not one or the other.