Goodbye My Friend

Goodbye My Friend

Life doesn't always give you happiness, for you must also feel pain and sorrow. My name is Pinkie Pie, and I've always wanted to make everypony smile, specially those who are facing great problems. This is one of those stories where I met a colt, and he wasn't an ordinary colt. He has one of those illness, cancer is it? It Is hard for me to accept the death of my new found friend.

Just by standing here at the park always reminds me of him. The time when we raced through the park, just to get to this spot. This spot beside a single tree. It always reminds me of what his life was when he hasn't met me yet. It reminds me of his loneliness. The tree symbolizes his life, being alone, standing hard but alone. But now, everyday I would visit this place, just to renew the memories of my lost friend. He died just a month ago.

The first time I saw him, he was playing at his lawn. I was carrying a blue balloon that time. I saw the little colt, the poor colt without any mane or tail. He doesn't have a cutiemark yet, only grey fur. He has beautiful blue eyes. He was playing at his lawn, all alone. He wasn't pretty much happy, for he has no pony to play with.

I walked towards him, greeted him with a smile. He looked up to me, confused why would anypony would walk towards him. The reason why he was playing alone is that he has cancer, no colt or fillies would dare play with him, thinking that they might get infected. My heart fell for a moment. My ear lost its erection as I heard that this little colt, the poor sad little colt has a cancer. I don't know if he knew that he will pass eventually, but I don't want to tell him, for it may only make things worst. I reached out my hoof and then asked him. "I wouldn't mind playing with you". The colt replied with a smile. I released my balloon as the colt held onto my hoof.

I brought him to the Sugarcube Corners. It was fun to play with him. He told me that all of the colts and fillies that he encounters avoid him. Telling him that he was different, weird. But for my eyes, all I could see was an innocent colt. He was happy, and it made my heart flutter seeing him with a smile. It is the best gift I could have ever received, seeing a sad frown turn into a happy smile.

One day, I went back to his home. I checked their lawn to see if the colt was there, but he wasn't. I asked his neighbors if they knew where he went. They told me that he was in a hospital, confined because his body couldn't resist the pain. I quickly rushed, wasting no time to visit him. But instead of going through the door, I went through the window to surprise him. Just to see him smile. It worked, he was shocked at first but still, it brought a smile onto his face.

I saw him, with a line of dextrose connected at the top of his hoof. His head, covered with bandages. Seeing him happy was not enough for me. I also want to make him feel happy instead of just seeing him happy. So I talked to the doctors, begging for their permission of letting the little colt play with me. I was shocked that they agreed, but there was a catch. They are only letting him play with me, since his time is almost over. It felt like a bullet shoot through my heart, as the piercing words of the doctor hit my ears. I just nodded. I couldn't do a single thing to stop the little colt's death.

Me and the colt headed to the park. I brought a paint with me, and also a boat, just for our activities. I told the colt to lay his belly down on the bench at the park. He agreed, I painted on the bandage that is wrapped on the colt's head. I heard him laugh, smile on his face, trying to forget the pain he was feeling. I was so happy, making the colt have the greatest time of his life.

After that, I placed the boat at the pond in the park. The pond in there was big enough for us to play boating with. I didn't care how much trouble it is, carrying a boat, pushing it into the pond and then rowing the boat. All I care about was how the colt was feeling. How much happiness he could ever achieve. His laughter was music to my ears. His smile was a work of masterpiece.

After playing in a boat, we just took a seat at the bench. I then saw the sunset, thinking that there is still one thing we could do before night time. I told him that we should race towards the tree, not far away from us. He then nodded. At the count of three, we ran towards the tree. My forgetfulness hit me, forgetting that the colt has an illness. After I reached the tree, I looked back, seeing that the colt fainted on the ground. Heavy rain started to fall down, causing my lumpy mane turn into a straight and dull mane.

I quickly ran up to him, carrying him on my back, and then going back to the hospital. I rushed him down to the hospital. I didn't wait for any nurses or doctors to remove him off of my back. I quickly laid him down back onto his bed, where he was confined.

I cried, thinking if this is the final hour of my friend. He opened his eyes slowly, staring at me. He then called out my name. My heart stopped for a moment. One final tear going down to my cheeks. I then wrapped my fore hooves around him, hugging him. I don't want to waste any moment of his final hours. I don't know if it is true that he is about to die, but I don't want to take any chances. I hugged him tightly. He then hugged me back. Thanking me for what I did for him. Making him realize that no matter how much problems face you, there is always a certain pony that would help you. I then released him from the hug, and then gave him my final kiss on the forehead.

The doctors finally arrived, attaching the dextrose onto his hoof. The doctor asked me politely, telling me that I should leave right about now, since it is already dark. I went back to my house, but I couldn't sleep that night. Thinking of how my friend is now doing.

First thing in the morning, I quickly ran back to the hospital. His room was empty. One of the doctors walked up to me, and then gave me a bandage. The bandage with paintings. The bandage that is wrapped around the little colt's head. I was speechless. No expression could be seen on my face. Only tears slowly descending off of my eyes. My friend, my friend with a cancer, just died in a night. The doctor told me that the colt requested to give this bandage to me if he was about to die.

I knew that I couldn't do a thing to bring him back to life, or help him curing his disease. But his death, I blame it on myself. Thinking that I could have done more than just making him smile. I cried onto his bandage, remembering his smiles and laughter.

I went back to in the park, where we raced. I took a seat near the tree. I took a deep breath, ending it with a long sigh. The bandage on my hoof, I released it as the cool morning winds blew. The bandage flew away from me, into the skies. I closed my eyes, and then tried to remember those sweet smiles again. My friend.