The snapping of Lyre Strings.
To:
Rainbow Dash
My dearly beloved,
It’s rather strange isn’t it, that whole concept of taking your own life due to the inability to withstand ordeals of certain key events in your life any longer. But I must digress, as one pony in the macrocosm known as Equestria as a life form when compared to the mass in which is Equestria makes the pony feel rather small in comparison, let alone the problems of emotional distress compared to our macrocosm. Do not think, however, that I have forgotten you my sweet love. The colorful arrays of light and rain to reflect a stunning view of seven unique colours as I look into the sky after the storm is a constant reminder of you, Rainbow Dash. How I truly cherished the time we had, albeit rather short and yet still foreseen, however. For I know deep down I am not worthy of such a fine mare as yourself and I consider myself rather lucky to be able to call you my own even for only a short while, granted that two months is still quite the amount of time in a sense. I remember the first few weeks where you would go to absurd lengths to find and accompany me, for such a Pegasus as yourself let alone social popularity to be found with a simple earth pony such as myself would be rather embarrassing in a sense. For you were one of pride, and I understand that still even if that pride seems a lot more like arrogance. Why it seems only like yesterday when I had confessed my utmost and inward feelings to you, when it was harvest time at Sweet Apple Acres and you and I were placed and in charge of the apple harvesting at the south – western section of the apple orchard. You were gracefully weaving through the trees, placing baskets underneath each whilst leaving the harvesting to me as I bucked away at the apple trees. It was not too soon afterwards that you aided me in the harvest and we were done within record time. It was then when I decided it was necessary to take initiative and confront you with my longing desire, before you took off to rest in a cloud or find Applejack. I slid my hoof around your head and pressed against your soft lips, intertwining your eccentric taste of assorted candies. I remember how you retracted slightly due to surprise before loosening up and pushing back with a mixture of ferocity and lust, followed by a slight push which brought us to the floor and the soft yet sudden start of you gyrating against my back leg. Unfortunately, we needed to break our embrace in order to breathe due to the annoying placement of lungs although without lungs placing oxygen in your bloodstream and body would prove rather difficult. You were above me, wings outstretched and slightly blushing as I gazed upon your fluorescent, pink eyes and slid my hooves down to your waist. I proceeded to then confess in words my feelings as I leaned closer to your ear and whispered gently, “I love you, Rainbow Dash.”
I remember how after this we were interrupted by the clearing of a throat by yours truly, Applejack. How after that your beautiful cyan colored fur changed to a light shade of pink and I, twisting my hooves in the ground, daring to not make eye contact with the lone ranger. No words were exchanged between us three except a devious grin shooting between your wonderful face and myself. After that, you solemnly swore that our relationship would be kept on the low. Word spreads quickly around a small town like Ponyville however, and sooner or later we were found out. But, I didn’t mind at all and neither did you although the attention sometimes became too much at times on my behalf. Things soon became stable, despite a few events such as attempts done by the Cutie Mark Crusaders to sabotage things between me and you; intentions belonging to yours truly, Scootaloo. However, I cannot stress enough the fact to you that it was her; she even admitted it in person. We were getting close to hittting our two month milestone in our relationship and I couldn’t be anymore happier, until ‘he’ arrived in town. It wasn’t even an event anyone could have seen coming, just the motive of acquiring some grade ‘A’ apple pie from Sweet Apple Acres itself. This individual I could call many names, names that I wouldn’t like to mention in such a manner for I have moved on from that. But for my letter’s sake and yours I will call him Soarin’. We were trotting along, head nuzzled in my mane, when a trail of dark smoke resembling storm clouds streamed across the clouds toward the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. I suppose after that, everything just went downhill as you spent more time with him and less with me. I thought nothing of it first, just you wanting to see a childhood hero. Oh how wrong I was, because soon things turned for the worst as then you had left me for Soarin’ himself and on the day we hit two months. To this day I still ponder on the idea of loyalty and you being the Element of Loyalty, yet I never actually fought and begged for you to stay by my side. Although that may have been wrong, it still would have been better than me simply taking it as it was. But that is the past and let by gones be by gones. It is a shame though; I wonder what would have happened were we still together, for it would have been the sixth month of our relationship. Sadly, what hurt me the most was that you could not give me a proper reason on why you left me as every time I asked you why I was greeted by a mere “I don’t know,” which was followed by “I still do have feelings for you.” This act has left me pondering in circles over and over, unable to escape through conventional means. This is where my departure starts though, my beloved Rainbow Dash, please try forget me if you can. For a beautiful mare such as you does not need to ponder upon the likes of me, but keep in mind my last thoughts were of you. Good bye, Rainbow Dash, I love you.
Yours truly:
Lyre Strings