I instantly went to his side. “H-hey, it's okay, I-I'm here.” I sat on the ground.

“I-I'm so sorry, Q-Quincy.” Ark began to cry. “You d-didn't deserve any of th-this. You d-deserved better than that.”

“Ark...” I tilted my head at him, holding back the tears.

“I'm so sorry f-for what I did to you, Q-Quincy... C-can ever... F-forgive me?”

I blinked. He's asking me for forgiveness?

“Y-you didn't d-do anything wrong, Ark.” I grabbed his hoof. “You were just... S-scared. Like me.”

He began to cry harder.

“Can you...” He looked at me. “Forgive... Me?” I felt my eyes water.

“For w-what?” He questioned.

“For... Just letting you die.” I looked at the ground. “You saved me those years ago, from that c-clown. Yet, I couldn't do a single damn thing about your cancer.”

“Y-you funded my treatments, Q-Quincy...”

“I could've saved you, Ark. Only if I could've studied cancer... Only if I could've trained to become an oncologist...” I held my head with my two hooves. “I could've saved you! I sw-swore I could've...”

Ark was silent for a moment, then said, “Q-Quincy... Look up...”

I looked up. I saw Ark's face. He began crying.

“Q-Quincy... I d-don't care if you saved me or not. B-but I want you to k-know this...” He smiled. “I l-love you more than anything, Quincy... Enough to k-kill that m-monster. And I n-never regretted protecting you th-that night. Not even for a second.”

I began sobbing extremely hard.

“Our t-time is running out,” he said. “M-make sure to tell c-cool stories about me to my kid, Q-Quincy.” He rested his head on his pillow and closed his eyes.

“I w-will, Ark... We'll all miss you.”

My sobbing filled the room. Ark was dead silent.

Then a bright light flashed in my eyes.

I opened my eyes and felt a tight grip around my neck. I hung there for a second and began to lose consciousness...

When suddenly...

Snap.

I fell onto the floor.

I instantly began to take huge shaky breaths. The rope was still around my neck.

I quickly took it off and threw it across the room.

What did I do? What did I just almost do?

I looked at my window, and saw that it was daylight. What?

I hung myself last night at one. Why am I still breathing!?

I got up and went to the window. I looked outside. And saw a burnt down building across from my house... Hailea...

Those newspapers...

That outbreak...

It was all a dream?

But wait... Ace and Hailea...

The murdered pony and the mare who died in that fire.

Those newspapers were predictions?

Was that a dream? Did I go to Limbo? What happened to me?

I looked at my desk. There were two things. An envelope and a card with an address on it.

I looked at the envelope first. It was from my brother. I didn't read it. I was afraid to.

But not anymore.

I opened it and began to read it's contents.

Quincy.

A year ago, when we went to watch that Daring Do movie, I coughed out blood and we instantly went to see a doctor. I was diagnosed with cancer.

You know this. But ever since then, I treated everyone I loved like complete garbage. My wife, mom and dad, my best friends. But I didn't hurt them as much as I hurt you.

I'm so sorry, Quincy. I am so so sorry.

This isn't a valid excuse, but I was afraid of dying. I was afraid of leaving this world before getting to meet my unborn child.

But I don't want to write about myself right now... I want to apologize to you.

Quincy, I know I hurt you so badly. I know there is nothing I can do to make it up to you.

But I wanted you to know, that I always did and always will love you, no matter what happens.

I don't want to ask you to do this for me... But I feel like I need to. It isn't for me. It's for my unborn son.

Please help her take care of him. Or just be the best uncle that you can to him.

And tell him that I would've been proud of him if I were still alive.

Well... I need to wrap this up.

Quincy, you were the greatest brother that anyone could've had. You were supportive, you put me before yourself... Thank you.

Quincy.

You made me happy.

I cried as I read the entire thing twice.

I want to preserve this. I need to.

I took out a folder. And slid the envelope into it.

I'll miss you, Ark.

“I-I'll miss y-you...”

Minutes past by. I decided to look at the card... And I remembered where I got it from.

After Ark died, I went to go sit in the Ponyville park, to think about what happened.

Then a nice mare came by and talked to me.

She asked me what was wrong.

I said I lost somebody.

She asked if I wanted to talk about it.

I stuttered no.

She nodded, and told me that she was a psychologist. She then gave me a card and walked off.

I never even thought about this card until now.

When Ark died, I felt like I had no one left. I felt like I was a lone survivor in an apocalypse.

But that isn't true.

There are many ponies out there to meet, to befriend.

Like Hailea.

I smiled lightly.

“Maybe I'll talk about it with Liliana.”

Author's Note

Liliana is an OC which belongs to one of my greatest friends, who happened to give me massive amounts of support in the making of this story. I decided to link his deviant art here: (Check him out! He is both a great artist and a wonderful photographer!) If you're reading this, then thank you, Dusk.

And thank you for reading through my horrible story. I sincerely hope it was entertaining enough.