Light

by Nugget

Rating: everyone
Tags: Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Granny Smith, Sad, Other, Applejack, Apple Bloom
Length: 1115

Bright Mac visits the gravesite of his wife.

Beyond the Ponyville city limits, a tombstone rests underneath a large oak tree. Inscribed on the stone were the words “In memory of Pear Butter… Beloved wife to Bright Mac, and mother to Big Mac, Applejack, and Apple Bloom.” While one would come to this site and grieve, Bright Mac instead lays beside the grave and smiles for some unknown reason.   

Based on the song "Lights" by Aviators (Feat. Feather)

Published 2017-08-19 22:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-19 22:20:06 UTC

Let Me Guide You

From the perspective of Bright Mac...

Hey there babe.

You look wonderful today, as always.

Yeah, I know. I can’t see you under the six feet of dirt, but you do look as amazing as the first time I saw you on that one summer day in the fields. Oh, my! You shined brighter than the light of Celestia’s sun! You looked gorgeous, putting angels and goddesses to shame.

I never knew such beauty could be held within a mare’s body, but somehow, and in a perfect way, you effortlessly made it work. You took my breath away babe, and still do to this day. All it takes is one thought about you, sweetie.

I can still hear your sweet little giggle, that innocent laughter from all the dumb jokes and blunders I made every now-and-then. I wasn’t the most coordinated stallion, but I was still yours. Thankfully, you were mine as well. I love you, and I always meant every word in that phrase.

I loved you from the moment we met. When you held that butter cup underneath your chin, I swear I thought I saw heaven appear before me. You shined so bright, I swore you were like a light guiding me to you. How could I not follow it?

How could I not resist falling into your tender, loving hooves? You were perfect for me and felt like I was perfect for you. Together, and please excuse my pun, you and I were the perfect pear. You were sweet, and I was kind. You were caring, and I was loving. You were smart, and was… well, I guess you have me there with that!

…

Ok, I know I can hear you laughing from wherever you are. Right now, I bet you’re saying to me, “Don’t be such a dork! You’re as plenty smart as I am, sweetie. Don’t sell yourself short and scrawny.” You’d say that, then you’d follow that up by a kiss from your soft lips.

I’m laughing with you right now, butter cup. I’m remembering all the times we’ve escaped from the hustle and bustle of the city life by taking ourselves out and into the wilderness around Ponyville. Those walks were something I enjoyed more than anything else. Oh, and yes, half of it had to do with you. I can’t lie about that.

I can’t lie about how spending my time with you was beyond meaningful to me. I felt special in your eyes, so I always wanted to make sure you felt special in my eyes as well. Sure, I’ll admit I like to romanticize you, but you’re always worth complimenting and admiring. You’re simply one heck of a strong, irresistibly cute mare.

I think my favorite look of yours is when you place those daisies within your mane before smiling directly at me. How could I not be able to stand after that? You always make me fall from your utter cuteness being too hard to bear. If you add on the fact that you have the most gorgeous, turquoise eyes, then I might as well melt away from the sight of you being so sweet and beautiful.

Yes! Honey, you were as beautiful on the outside as you were on the inside. Those walks we went on proved that aspect alone. When fall came around and we walked along those forest tails, your coat and mane was as golden and bright as the leaves falling from the trees. You seemed to complement nature with your natural looks. Butter cup, I couldn’t be anymore lucky to know that.

I can see you blushing with those rosy cheeks of yours.

As for what was on the inside, not only did I see love for me and your parents, I saw love for learning and growing as a mare. Like I said before, you were smart. Your passion for learning and trying new things seemed to always amaze me. From teaching yourself how to play the guitar, sing, and make sweet music, to educating yourself about apple farming, Pear Butter, you never stopped being curious and adventurous.

Heck, I still remember all the times I told you to stop doing what you were trying to learn when the time for supper came. You would spend all day out in the field with Applejack and Big Mac, teaching them the tricks and trade to the art of farming while being a little bit experimental yourself. You never stopped trying out new, innovative ways to farm apples. Too bad it lead to your downfall-

...

You know what? I’m not going to dwell on what happened since I’m over that now. I’m strong enough to move forward from it and I know you would want me to carry on. I guess I’m lucky enough to know you will always love me and the kids, despite the fact you’re not here with us right now. It’s alright though, and I hope you’re not crying from wherever you went after your life here.

We're doing fine, and I hope you’re doing the same as well, honey. Sure, it can be hard at times without you by our side, but I, Big Mac, Applejack, Apple Bloom, and even old Granny Smith have managed to cope with it since you’ve left us with something beyond yourself. Not only did you leave behind your love and memories of you, but you also left behind a warm piece of compassion and care.

To us, it guides us like a bright light towards home.

That’s why I’m here today. You continue to guide us with your light, even in the darkest of nights. When I, or any of us ever feel alone, suddenly your love and care ignites from within us. It calls to us, and burns from the warmth you cast down upon it. It’s a signal, telling us the way back home.

To me, when it calls, it brings me back here. It brings me to you, dear. Why? It’s simple. I said this to you before and have no problems repeating it again. No matter where we go, or how far we travel, home is always going to be where you are butter cup. I love you, and no force in Equestria will ever change that.

Thank you for being our guiding light.

Author's Note

Dear Readers,

There are probably some errors within the narrative here-or-there. To which, I understand and ask if you please PM corrections to me than complain about them in the comment section. Thank you very much in advance and I hope you liked the story! :twilightsmile:

Nugget