They were never able to pinpoint the exact reasons for her death, only that she had died in her sleep. They had no suspicion that Myrmox had done the deed. The morning after he did the deed, he called the hospital, said she wasn’t breathing, all as if he was innocent and knew nothing about her death. He disposed of the poison and syringe the first chance he got.

That was just a few days ago. Her funeral was now getting wrapped up. Ponies from all over Equestria attended her passing. Her friends here in Ponyville, her family from Cloudsdale. Members of the Wonderbolts had taken time out of their schedules to attend. Her old friend, Gilda, attended, but her and Myrmox only spoke in passing. Even the princesses, all four of them were here.

The worst though, was the Pegasus filly, Scootaloo. He was right there, when she arrived at the hospital and heard the news. It broke his heart to see the poor filly like this. Despite his efforts to be there for her as much as he could, she hadn’t stopped crying. Neither had Myrmox.

After the eulogy, all the ponies had passed by and said their final goodbyes. For some, it was quick, for others, it was long and heartbreaking. Though Myrmox was one of the first, he asked to have a few moments with her afterwards before they closed the casket. He just sat there, peering down at her. Even in death, she was so beautiful to him. She was wearing the same dress that she wore to the gala. Her usually rough mane was comb to the point that not a single strand of hair was out of place. Across her neck was her most cherished possession, a large red gem in the shape of her cutie mark.

Loyalty. He muttered internally. In my place she would never have done this. She would have fought till the end.

Myrmox felt a new series of tears fall from his face. He had lost everything. He could never return home, his career was over and Dash was gone. Even worse, he knew it was all because of him. He had robbed ponies of their friend and hero. Wiping them away as best he could,he put something in her crossed hooves, a bouquet of red and white flowers, as if she was holding on to them.

He didn’t know if he would ever see her in some afterlife. Even if such a thing existed, would he gave gain the right to go there at his death to see her again. Would he ever be able to look her in the eye and tell her that he killed her. Would even consider forgiving him? He didn’t know. As far as Myrmox was concerned, the only thing waiting for him was the deepest darkest pit in Hell itself waiting for him.

He heard sniffling beside him. Turning his head, he saw Scootaloo looking up at the casket, her face wet with tears. Seeing her in pain like this, and knowing why, broke his heart.

“I’m sorry, Scootaloo. I really am. ”

“Myrmox?” She looked to him. “Did she have to die?”

Myrmox hesitated. He couldn’t just say yes, that was both cruel and a lie. She didn’t have to.
“…No. She didn’t, but she did. There wasn’t anything you or anyone could do.”

Scootaloo began to break down again, but she felt something on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw his hoof there, in a comforting manner.
“You meant a lot to her, Scootaloo. She was always so proud of of you whenever she mentioned you to me… Just as I am”
As he expression grew curious, he continued.

“You’re the strongest filly I’ve ever known, Scootaloo. I may not be your father, but I am proud of how you’ve grown since i’ve met you, and I know I always will be.” He almost began to talk again, but silenced himself. There was so much he thought she deserved to know, about what he wanted one day for Dash and Scootaloo, but couldn’t. He had caused enough heartache.

“Will I ever see you again?” Scootaloo asked.

Myrmox looked away for moment. Not long after Dash had died, he made the decision to leave Ponyville. Partially to give himself time and room to himself, and also to begin a task he felt was long overdue. He didn’t want to leave Scootaloo here alone, but this was something he felt that had to be done. He looked back to the filly. Slowly, he began to nod. “I think so, Scootaloo.”

Her eyes were still bloodshot and teary, but she slowly cracked a small smile. Without warning, she threw her hooves around Myrmox’s midsection .

Whilst surprised at the sudden embrace, Myrmox nevertheless return the embrace to the filly. The pair were left alone as For the brief amount of time it lasted, the embrace made Myrmox feel as though that he may have lost Dash, but maybe he still perhaps would have something to come back to. Perhap one day.

After a short minute, the pair of them pulled apart. Scootaloo began to walk away, giving one last wave as she went to join her friends. As she left though, myrmox noticed another walking towards him, Princess Twilight Sparkle herself. She looked just as bad as he did.

“You’re leaving?” She trotted up beside him.

“Yes. I can’t stay here anymore. I just can’t. Will someone be able to care for tank?”

Twilight looked over to the tortoise in question. He was being held by a weeping Fluttershy, them both sharing their sorrow together.
“Yes. I think Fluttershy will be happy to watch over him. She would never abandon an animal in need. I’ll see about Rainbow’s home, since you aren’t staying.”

Myrmox nodded and looked back at the casket. This was the last he would ever see her and so wanted to keep a good memory.
“You should have heard her talk about you sometimes.” Twilight spoke, looking down at the casket with him. “When I found out you two were together, I almost flipped, but she never had a bad thing to ever say about you.”

“I still wonder sometimes as to why she wanted to be with somepony like me.” Myrmox spoke.

“What do you mean?” Twilight looked over to him.

“She could have been with anypony, but she chose to be with me.”

“She loved you Myrmox, that’s why. Did you love her? Truly, did you love her?”

He looked over to her, a frown on his face beginning to show.”More than anything in this world.”

Twilight, knowing just how much Myrmox was hurting, leaned in and comforted the changeling. There had never been much between the two, but now the pair welcomed the comfort of the other as they grieved.

“Where will you go?” Twilight asked, pulling away.

“...I’m going to find my sisters, and I’m going to tell them how sorry I am.”

“Well, just know that if you ever come back, you will be welcome, you and your sisters. I promise.”

“Thank you. I suppose it is time for me to go.”

‘I understand. Take care of yourself, Myrmox.”

“You too.” With that, Myrmox turned around, taking one last look at Dash, and left the funeral. Despite what he had done and lost, he still had family out there somewhere, and he was going to find them somehow.

Twilight watched the changeling as he departed. She was sad to watch him leave, but she understood. Still, if he were to ever return, he would always be welcome, no matter what.

Turning back to the casket, Twilight looked at her now gone best friend. “Goodbye, Rainbow Dash.” Using her magic, she began to pull the casket down when she saw something off.

The flowers that Myrmox had given her, they were both red and white. Love, but also forgiveness. That’s odd. She thought to herself. She took a moment to glance back at Myrmox, whom was already beginning to disappear out of sight and back to Dash. Though she found it odd, Twilight shrugged it off. With one last look at Dash, she closed the casket.

Author's Note

So there you have it, my first story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Anyway please remember to give credit to Rated Ponystar for the original idea.
Finally, please give feedback to what you like and what you think needs correcting. That way I can fix any issues and make my future stories better.