What Happened To Discord?

Things seemed fine that day. Sure, she told me she was seeing things again but knowing how hot it was outside, I just assumed it was the heat getting to her— we all did. When I got home, I hung out with Scootaloo. I took her out for ice cream, played in the park, and had a race all the way home. I made sure to keep my wings tucked too… and I was honestly surprised and proud of Scoots when she beat me.

That night we watched a movie, ate some dinner, and went to bed with no worries and care…

and then I got the call.

I had hoped… maybe—just maybe somepony found her before… but then they confirmed it happened that night. The night where I was so carefree… the one night I decided not to check in on her.

And now?

Now…

I don’t know.

I sat in the waiting room of the hospital with Scootaloo, Big Mac, and Apple Bloom. I stared off into space, numb and panicked. What if we were too late? What if she was…

No.

I couldn’t lose her.

Not her too…

please.

I beg you.

i can’t lose her too.

i cant…

please

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By the time the doctor came back through… I could just see it in his eyes. The pain, the urge to just tell us it was all okay… that she was okay.

Big Mac took a glance at me, almost as if he just heard the answer. Instantly, my eyes watered, and I buried my head in his shoulder as I began to wail.

This was it.

She was gone.

She had done it.

Why?

You promised me.

You promised me you would never do that.

You lied to me.

You lied, AJ.