Tasted like Heaven

A/N: Thank you first of all, to everyone that read, liked or disliked the story, I never thought the story would get this kind of reception, so thank you once again.

Now, I just want to tell you that the story follows a very simple process, the memory recordings, that happen in a future, no idea how distant, and then the chapter with his life on Ponyville, onwards with the next memory!

Memory 01: Dust

*cough* *cough*

Oh god.

I think I’m falling sick.

So much dust.

The empty buildings.

Sometimes it is so hard to breath, so hard to get oxygen in this place.

It gets everywhere, the dust I mean, right into your lungs.

I’m starting to forget how the orchard smelled.

I swear that this recorder is keeping me a little sane, have to thank Twi… if we see each other again… if one of us is alive.

Twilight.

Twily… well, that one is exclusive to mister Shining Amore… he really hated it when I called him like that.

But Twi… I remember the first time we met, another pastel colored pony standing in front of me, looking at me not like you look at a monkey in the zoo like the guards, but as if looking at a riddle you desperately want to find the answer to.

*cough*

What I wouldn’t give for some apple juice or even a cup of tea.

Is the small things I miss now.

First it was their faces… HER face.

Her freckles.

Her ponytails… it was so damn ironic, a pony having ponytails in her hair and tail.

I miss their voices.

I remember *cough* ugh, I remember talking one summer with Twilight in her library.

We were discussing something about… about humans and technology when Spike came in and served us tea… it was a normal day, it was great.

Twi gave me a book… I think I still have it in the backpack.

I need to keep going.

I need to…

I need to find them.

Before I forget them all.