Gone, but I still love you
Bon Bon approached the coffin wearily. A small metal box sat there, as if it were asking Bon Bon to go and break it. Bon Bon moved carefully by it. But as she stepped in front of it, Lyras voice, yes, Lyras voice spoke out of the speakers.
"Bon Bon, will you marry me?" Lyra asked.
A pocket slid out of the box, and sure enough, there was a ring.
Bon Bon sat on the bench next to her friend, Lyra. There was nothing to do, all her friends were off with their other friends except her. And Lyra. The suns heat was making her uncomfortable, and the cool wind brushing against her teased with her mane.
Bon Bon cast a glance to Lyra, who sat with her eyes closed, enjoying the heat.
Lyra laughed quietly to herself, fixing her gaze on Bon Bon.
"I got something to ask you ... Will you be my marefriend?" Lyra asked.
Bon Bon blushed.
"Of course!" Bon Bon said, closing her eyes. Lyra smiled.
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A knock on Bon Bons door innturrupted her from her thoughts. Bon Bon answered the door, to be greeted by Lyra. Lovely roses embraced in her magic. They smelled of sweet perfume, yet sweeter and more fresh.
"Hey, Bon Bon. I picked these for you" Lyra said, placing one of three flowers behind Bon Bons ear.
"Oh thank you dear! They are simply lovely ..." Bon Bon said, blinking away in affection.
"Oh, glad you like them. I'm sorry I can't stay longer. I must go visit my mother, she has a terrible case of buck worms. I'll catch you around later. Okay?" Lyra said apologetically.
"Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that. I hope your mother gets better Lyra" Bon Bon said sadly.
Lyra smiled weakly.
"Thank you" Lyra said, dipping her head.
"And thank you for the flowers" Bon Bon said.
"I must go now, see you later Bon Bon!" Lyra said before rushing into the break of dusk. Bon Bon closed her door, placing the flowers in a vase.
As Bon Bon went to bed that evening, a small sensation rose in her chest about Lyra.
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The next morning, the same sharp knock as yesterday came upon Bon Bons door.
She opened it, to see Lyra in a mess of her tears laying on her porch.
"Lyra! What happened!?" Bon Bon asked, worriedly. Concern bordering her voice as Lyra sat and cried her heart out.
"M-My mother .. S-She's .. dead" Lyra stuttered before curling up in a ball.
"Aww. Lyra my dear .." Bon Bon sat down with Lyra and stroked her mane.
"B-Buck worm got her .. Ate her alive" Lyra broke down once again.
"Shh ... It'll be ok .."
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From that day forth, Lyra brought things to Bon Bons door almost every day. They went from chocolates to art and to whatever else you can imagine!
Bon Bon requested a few items, and yup, the next day, it's here!
Then one morning, Lyra and Bon Bon met up at the park, and that day, could change Bon Bon. Forever.
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Bon Bon saw Lyra rush towards her, shes at the end of the park. Last night she had asked for a stuffed bear, and in Lyras grip was a small object. Bon Bon felt glee in her.
But as Lyra drew near, to her disappointment, it was no other but a stuffed sheep.
"Here you go!" Lyra said, putting the sheep at Bon Bons hooves.
""Um, excuse me Lyra? What is this!?" Bon Bon asked, glaring at Lyras gift.
"I'm sorry Bons, they only had sheep. Not a single bear in sight" Lyra said sadly.
Bon Bon picked up the sheep in her hooves, and threw it on the road. She should have a bear, not a stupid sheep.
"Augh!" Lyra exclaimed at her fallen gift. She rushed out to pick it up in her hooves. But as she reached it, a large object hit the side of Lyras side. She soon disappeared under the wheels, that squashed her through.
"Lyra!" Bon Bon cried. But there she was. Lying dead in the middle of the road. The sheep a few inches ahead, untouched.
"Lyra ..." Bon Bon said quietly, knowing that her Lyra was gone. Bon Bon sat there, in shock. Not knowing what to do.
"LYRA!" Bon Bons lower lip trembled at the sight before her. The police soon arrived, and took her away from the sight. Bon Bon, still petrified. It was her fault. If she hadn't been to selfish and bratty, maybe none of this would have happened. Lyra would still be alive. The beige mare was responsible for her Lyras death.
The guilt was to much to bear. Before the funeral she starved herself in her house. Crumbled up in a ball, staring at the wall. In her dreams, she would often see Lyra. She'd call out to her, but before Lyra could turn around to even look at Bon Bon, she woke up.
Oh how she wanted to apoligize, take back the moment. Bon Bon should be that one, laying dead on the road. Not Lyra.
Bon Bon could barely speak or move of that matter, Lyra was in her dreams. She couldn't apoligize, and how badly she wanted to. The guilt, sorrow, anxiety and lonlieness is to much for Bon Bon to bear. She had to be carried to the funeral, for her legs couldn't be moved. No matter how hard she tried. As pictures of Lyra were projected on a screen, Bon Bon soaked up every single detail.
She concentrated most on the ones that were her and Lyra, when she was alive at least. Oh the agony! Why was she selfish? Why was she greedy? Why was she bratty, and worst of all, why did she take her Lyra for granted? She always thought that Lyra would be there, and never expected it to be one day. The day, of Lyra's death. Bon Bon snapped back to reality.
A tear came to Bon Bons eye.
"Yes, my Lyra. I do"
