I reread the same line over and over again. I didn't believe it was real. It couldn't of been real.
Rainbow Dash, a fellow athlete, has unfortunately died in an unfortunate impact with a huge cliff while trying to succeed in her new trick.
How could this happen? Rainbow Dash is super cool!
She never accomplished her dreams of becoming a wonderbolt. I slammed down the newspaper and ran up to my room, where I had posters full of the cyan mare.
I looked at the one right above my bed. It was when she did the Sonic Rainboom while saving Rarity.
I looked at the one near my nightstand. It was when she was at the Gala in her beautiful dress with all the others.
Looking at another one near my mirror, I tried imitating the pose she was doing, failing miserably.
Tears weld up in my eyes, but I fought them. I was a cool pony too, right? And cool ponies never cry.
I can only imagine how her friends must be coping. Imagining Pinkie not all happy and bouncy is like imagining Sweetie Bell, Applebloom and I not being friends anymore—it's just not possible.
But I know they are all going through the same emotions I am right now, trying to deal with one of their closest friends' deaths.
She was my role model, the one I looked up too. And now, she was gone.
The thought made me almost cry again. I wanted to stop thinking about it all. I wanted to be able to push the thoughts out of my head, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. No matter what I did, I couldn't get rid of the pain in my chest.
I fought the tears, but one got by.
As that one fell, another followed, soon accompanied by another, and another. They wouldn't stop.
I can only imagine what it must be like, dying before accomplishing your dreams. It must be awful.
I remember her talking about how great the Wonderbolts are. It was obvious how much she admired them. She probably was their biggest admirer.
Remembering everything about Rainbow Dash made me cry even more.
I give a soft smile. I remember her reaction when Spitfire talked to her after she saved their lives.
Spitfire: So you're the little pony who saved our lives. We really wanted to meet you, and say thanks.
Rainbow Dash: OhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygosh!
Whenever I saw her with that same big grin she had as during that moment, I couldn't help but give a big grin myself.
I remember when we went camping together with Applejack, Applebloom, Sweetie Bell and Rarity. I remember the spooky stories she told and how they made me shiver in fright.
If you told me a week ago that she would be dead within the next week, I wouldn't have believed you. Something like Rainbow Dash dying in a crash, let alone get in a crash just doesn't happen. But it did happen.
I remember how much she loved Daring Do. It seemed she would read those books anytime she wasn't outside clearing the clouds or with her friends.
I walked over to my collection of Daring Do books I got specifically because Rainbow loved them. I never opened one of them, I just loved having something she was so interested in.
I should've read those books sooner. I should've read them so Rainbow and I could've discussed how awesome Daring was together, but I didn't.
It feels as if my heart is being crushed, torn, burned, ripped, and so much more as I recall all these memories of Rainbow.
More tears trickle down my face. I don't fight them this time. I just let them flow.
Through the water in my eyes, I see my velvet bedspread. It's a dark purple with a large image of Rainbow Dash's cutie mark.
I walked over to my dresser full of many figurines of her. All of them are her in her many cool poses or of her performing one of her amazing tricks.
I pick up one and continuously turn it around and around, observing it. It has many scratches, but that's to be expected since I had it ever since I first became a fan of Rainbow Dash.
I tried to fly. I had to fly. If I could fly, I would feel more connected to Rainbow Dash. I just know I would.
I flapped the few feathers I had that I call wings for a good five minutes to no avail. Tears were still streaming down my cheeks as I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath.
I collapsed onto my floor. I didn't do anything to try and get up. I just sat there and cried.
The fastest mare was now gone.
I slowly pushed myself up and looked at my figurines and posters again.
I would never be able to see her in real life again. The only way I can see her now is looking at my collection of Rainbow Dash merchandise.
I looked out my window at Cloudsdale. Most of the ponies seemed to have either not read the newspaper or they simply don't care at all, for most of them were just acting like nothing had happened.
The thought of nopony caring made anger well up inside me. But I slowly cooled off.
I never thought that coping with somepony's death would be this hard and painful. But then again, I never did think about what it would be like if somepony close to me did die. I just never thought it would happen.
I thought everypony I knew would be here with me forever. I can't believe how stupid I was. Nothing lasts forever. All good things must come to an end someday.
I slowly walked to the poster near my closet, the one of her in her awesome pose.
I looked at it for the longest time. This bright blue mare with a rainbow colored mane and tail was gone forever. And I couldn't do anything about it.
The pain in my chest grew and more tears came. I cried and cried for a very long time.
I stood there and looked at the poster as tears continued to poor out of my eyes, despite how blurry it was.
I finally wiped as many tears as I could to try and make the poster clear again to now avail. I gave up and looked at the picture of Rainbow Dash.
I choked out the only words I could muster through my tears.
“Goodbye Rainbow Dash. I will never forget you.”
