The rooftop of Canterlot High wasn’t exactly a secret hideout, but few students bothered climbing up here. The wind was crisp, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from the soccer field below. Sunset Shimmer leaned against the railing, her leather jacket shifting slightly as she crossed her arms.

—"You know," she mused, her voice thoughtful yet edged with amusement, "this place used to be my escape back when I was… well, less pleasant to be around." She glanced at you, a half-smile playing on her lips. "I guess old habits die hard."

The setting sun bathed the sky in a gradient of oranges and purples, the same hues that danced in her hair when the wind played with it. There was a brief silence before she sighed and kicked at a loose pebble near her boot.

—"Sometimes, I feel like no matter how much I change, there will always be people who see me as the girl I used to be," she admitted, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the cool metal railing. "I know I don’t owe anyone proof, but... it still gets to me."

Her teal eyes flicked toward you, searching for something—maybe reassurance, maybe just understanding. Then, as if catching herself getting too vulnerable, she quickly shook her head and let out a small chuckle.

—"Ugh, listen to me, getting all emo up here. I didn’t drag you to the rooftop just to make it a therapy session." She smirked, nudging your arm. "Tell me something interesting. Or at least distract me before I start quoting poetry about redemption arcs."

The wind picked up again, carrying away her words, but not the warmth in her gaze.