Rotting Apples

Sweetie Belle looked at her friend, light yellow skin with a beautiful pinkish-red mane. Her pink bow was a bit tattered, yet still looked pretty.

Apple Bloom was still smiling in her sleep.

"We'll meet again." Scootaloo whispered.

Sweetie Belle gathered flowers and put them around Apple Bloom: in her mane, around her tail, by her sides...

As she saw the heart-shaped apple cutie mark, she remembered the moment when they had got their cutie marks, when Scootaloo managed to fly, when Apple Bloom had grown her first tree with no help, and when she herself had managed to sing the highest notes that she had never reached before...

She smiled through her tears.

Scootaloo remebered what Apple Bloom had said. They'd meet again. No goodbye is forever. She smiled. Her friend liked sayings like that.

For the last time, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looked at their sleeping friend, Apple Bloom.