Forever

    Pinkie sat down at one of the tables in Sugarcube Corner. Her chair faced the windows. As Pinkie overlooked the street, she thought of who she should write to first. After several minutes of pondering, she decided on twilight.

    Twilight was the closest of her close friends. They spent more time together than Pinkie spent with anypony else. There was even a point where Pinkie had felt romantic emotions toward the lavender unicorn, but she never said anything out of fear of embarrassment. This also lead her to say things that she didn't mean out of nervousness. Trying to hide her feelings seemed to make things worse. Now was her chance to make things right.

    A pink hoof reached down and grabbed a pencil. She wasn't used to holding writing utensils. Normally she would just talk to everypony directly when she had something to say. After quite a bit of fumbling she managed to gain control of the yellow stick, and words finally made their way to the paper.

Dear Twilight,

I know we haven't spent quite as much time together as we used to, but that has been making our time together more special. I'm not sure if I will ever see you again, but I hope I will, and I hope it will be soon. There are many things that I need to share with you. In case I never get to share them with you in person, I would like to share them here. To start off, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being nonsupporting and for running away in your times of need. I was scared. Scared of how you would react if I ever told you the truth. That truth is, I love you. I really do. I'm sorry that I can't say that to your face. Our time together has been wonderful, and yet, saddening. I feared that you would one day realize how I felt about you and stop being my friend because things would be too awkward between us. That's why I acted so mean. That's why I ran away when you needed me most. I couldn't seem too interested in you, and for that I apologize 1000 times. You deserve a better friend. I know you probably won't even get this letter, but at least it's out in the open now. I have said what needed to be said. I hope we will see each other again soon.

Love,

Pinkie Pie

    With that out of the way, Pinkie began to scramble for the next piece of paper. She wasn't very good at prioritizing her friends so she decided on the one that was still fresh in her mind. Rarity.

    They weren't exactly the closest, but Pinkie still cared for her deeply. They had spent some time in the boutique together, with Rarity working on her dresses and Pinkie usually playing with the materials and tools. Things always came to an end the same way though. With Rarity wanting to make a dress for Pinkie and for Pinkie to decline, then leave.

    Rarity had thought that this was because Pinkie didn't like her dresses, and she would usually feel hurt or offended. She let it go though every time though. It's not that she found Pinkie to be rude or anything. It just happened to hurt knowing that she was only trying her best and it was going unappreciated.

    Pinkie thought back to what she had said when she passed the boutique on her way home. The words were a bit fuzzy, but the meaning was crystal clear. She picked up the pencil again and began to write.

Dear Rarity,

We have not been very close to each other recently. I hope that isn't because of how I always run away when you want to make dresses for me. I like your dresses, I really do, but I don't really need one. I enjoy just being regular old me when I'm around other ponies. The dresses just make me feel fake, as if I'm trying to disguise myself. The one you made for me at the gala was really nice and it represented me well, but I still didn't feel like me. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm  sorry. I wanted you to be happy, but if I just said that I didn't want a dress from you, you might get angry and think that I don't like your work. It's not true though. I do like it, and I should've told you while we were together. Unfortunately, we may never see each other again, and you may never truly know how I feel about what you try to do for me. Thank you for being such a good friend even when I was so mean to you.

Sincerely,

Pinkie Pie

    Pinkie looked back at what she had written. Both letters seemed to have something in common but she couldn't quite figure out what it was.

    The sun was setting, marking the end of Pinkie's second day of full isolation. Maybe she could determine the similarities after she gets some sleep. Pinkie grabbed the papers and brought them up to her room, setting them down on the table next to her bed. It felt just like the night before. There was silence everywhere. Her blankets were cold, and stiff. The bed was the last place Pinkie wanted to be right now, but she needed the sleep. Even if she couldn't fall asleep, she was at least going to try her best.

    It was getting colder. The wind was blowing in through the window which was left open. Pinkie was still wide awake. She was never going to get any sleep under these conditions. Pinkie got out of bed. The floor creaked as she made her way to the window. She closed it tightly to make sure that no air could get through.

    The silence was driving Pinkie mad. She couldn’t handle the lack of socialization. As she stared out the window, she realized that this really could be the end. There were no living things in sight, but deep down inside she felt like there was a presence. It was like she could feel somepony out there, watching her.

    Pinkie blamed her paranoia on her lack of sleep and once again returned to her bed. She hoped that tomorrow would be a better day.