The Memories Of A Pegasus

Yes, me and pinkie grew old together.

Not in the lesbian way, as I have already mentioned.

Snapping back into reality, I sat up, out of my bed. It was still saturday morning.

I got breakfast and set the table. For one person only. Then I rememberd that fluttershy would be coming for lunch. So I ate quickly.

Pinkie nodded weakly.

“Rainbow, Im leaving you, but that dosent mean that you have to leave this worl too. Be a good pony, okay? I love you dashie, my sister.”

And then she layed her head intot the soft hospital sheets and died.

A short memory, yet the saddest one that I have expirienced my whole life. I decided I could not go on, after that, without a friend, so I told our friends everything. What happened, where we were, why I suddendly came back.

They were not jealous of my favouritizm.

“Aw, shucks. As long as your our friend, we dont mind, sugarube!” applejack had said. “but ah' recon all of us are sad that pinkie passed on.” She looked down and took off her hat.

They forgave, and visited often. I now allowed myself to answer letters and e-mails.

I was happier.