Ashes

"Hey, Fluttershy where are you going?" Rose yelled.

"Come on Flutters, we're going shopping!" Lily screamed.

Please!" Daisy begged.

Fluttershy ran into her cottage with tears in her eyes, and a letter sticking out of her saddlebag and slammed the door. She cried and cried as she read the the letter over and over. The letter, written in beautiful script:

Dear, Miss. Fluttershy,

We regret to inform you that your dearest friend, Miss. Rainbow Dash, has tragically passed. Unfortunately, an accident in training for a new routine for the Wonderbolts. A memorial will be held on the 21st of May. We do hope you can attend as we know Miss. Rainbow was a true hero to our team and all of Equestia. We apologize for your loss and due hope you are able to heal.

Sincerely,

Miss. Spitfire

Maybe it would less painful if she had someone to comfort her. Fluttershy knew all of her friends were gone. Twilight passed in an accident with a rigged carriage, Applejack died in a train crash going to visit her cousins in Appleloosa, Pinkie left in a "ribbon accident", and Rarity had a sowing mishap that sent her departure.

"I'm done. Nothing left matters." Fluttershy muttered.

She locked the door and closed all the shutters. She sat there, desolate and alone. Fluttershy was now dead like her friends. Dead inside. Fluttershy didn't even want to live anymore. She sat there and thought. All of her friends died young and she wasn't there at there funerals because she couldn't bear to see there limp bodies, lying there, never able to laugh or sing or have fun with her ever again. May 21st past without a thought. Fluttershy looked at some of the photos of the six, the five, four, three, two, and finally a photo of just her, all alone. That was when Fluttershy couldn't take it anymore. She ran over to her kitchen and look everywhere for a knife. She found one and aimed it at her chest. Just as the blade was about to puncture her chest she heard a voice, faint and beautiful, softly singing.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep,

pretty filly,

Do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Cares you know not,

Therefore sleep,

While over you a watch I'll keep.

Sleep,

lovely flower,

Do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Fluttershy dropped her knife as she slowly wandered to her bed without a second thought. The words soothed and calmed her as collected as she drifted off into a long sleep.