Fallen Angel

Pinkamena felt like she had a home. For the first time. Even once she had escaped her father, she still did not feel at home. But though she was home, she was still broken. Fluttershy was gone. Apparently to get her animals. Now Pinkie was home alone, and dark thoughts were coursing through her brain. Fluttershy wasn't gonna come back. Who'd come back for a miserable wretch like herself? How could Fluttershy stand her? It tore her up to think that she might love Fluttershy, but she was sure her feelings weren't reciprocated.

She looked out the window. A flock of birds was flying outside, and one flew low enough for her to watch it glide by the window. Pinkie sighed. What it wouldn't be to fly like a bird- free, and never with any problems. To fly free would be perfect. All she'd ever need. Even just once, to feel wind flowing through her hair, and to see the world around her, and to never live with doubt. She envied the birds. Why was she grounded, trapped? She deserved to fly, more then those ungrateful birds. A text from Fluttershy brought her back. Just a reminder- I'll be back in about an hour. Pinkie shook her head. No you won't. No one in this world would notice if she stopped showing up. Why would they care about her? No, Fluttershy wasn't coming back.

The wind on the roof of her house was whipping her flat hair everywhere. She stood on the edge and looked down. Her house was in a place where you could easily die if you fell off the roof. She stared at all the things below her. Maybe for once, she'd get to fly. She pulled out her phone.

"Hi Pinkie... what's up?"

"Goodbye, Fluttershy."

"What? Where are you going?"

"God only knows."

"Pinkie... w-what are y-you doing?"

"Flying..."

"What?"

"I love you Flutters." Pinkie turned the phone off before Fluttershy could ask anymore questions. Tears streaked down her face. She looked out and saw the setting sun. She would wait. She could at least watch her last sunset. Her last moments. She had always thought she'd die alone, in a hospital, with no visitors. She was still alone, save for the birds who seemed to know her plan, who would help her. It would be her first flight... and her last.