“We are here to pay our respects to one filly, a pony who had a heart of gold…”

The same day Scootaloo got her cutie mark, an unexpected event led to the death of one of her friends. Can life ever be the same for her, when in her mind she feels it was her fault? Can a ray of hope, a glimmer of happiness rise up from the Depths of Sorrow?

My first attempt at a Sad fic. Comments appreciated!