Everyday I see her, this filly of magnificent beauty. She is but a queen waiting for her throne to be revealed. She is light in this world, even if darkness loves her the most. I see her pretending to be happy, even when she isn’t. I see her everyday, and not a word in the world can be said.
Everyday I see this filly, she’s a unicorn wanting to use magic to brighten the world with happiness, but magic is something she cannot do. I see her trying to light up the world, but the darkness loves her the most.
Everyday I see this filly, and she sees me.
Sometimes our worlds will meet, and for a brief moment, all is right.
This filly of mine hates her world, able to laugh and smile, but unable to really do so. This filly of mine sings, this filly of mine is an artist.
And this filly of mine is wonderful.
Everyday I see this filly, and I don’t know what to say. Her world is the opposite of bliss, much worse than what I know.
Everyday I see this filly, and we smile, we hug, we laugh, and we live.
Everyday, this filly cries.
She is ignored by those who should pay the most attention to her. She is neglected and hated, even though she is wonderful, Celestia herself would love this filly to her death.
She is wondrous, she is beautiful, she is who she was meant to be.
And so she cries.
Everyday I see this filly with a broken spirit. I pray for her, but nothing can be done.
Everyday I see this filly, and we talk about it, and none of these days can I say anything worth the time we spend.
Everyday I see this filly, I can’t help but want to. I can’t help, only she can be help herself.
And so she talks, she writes, she sings, she draws.
These big emotions hidden under the art she makes. These little wonders screaming at the world wanting to be seen, wanting to be discovered.
But they never are.
Everyday I wait, hoping that someday I could help her. The mind is blank, destined to stay blank.
Everyday I listen, listen to all she has to say, listen to all she wants to say. There is nothing left to hear.
Everyday we speak, we speak and tell stories, and even though I try my best, her smile is only a false one.
She pretends to be what she’s always wanted to be.
She pretends to be what this world would not allow of her.
Happy.
Her name. Her name was Sweetie Belle. Her mane was softer than a marshmallow, her voice the sound of bliss, her mind more creative than the teachers, she was more than an epitome of beauty, she was beauty.
We tell her, we compliment her on this sole trait that she carries with all her features, but she cannot accept what we see. She sees only what her sister says of her.
We all had our flaws, Applebloom had to work most of the time, and I couldn’t fly, but her flaws were not her own. Her flaws were that of her family, she was perfection.
Everyday we saw each other.
Everyday we played.
Everyday we laughed together.
And then one day she disappeared.
Oh we searched and we searched, hours passed and not a sight of her. We waited and listened but not a peep was heard. We asked and we petitioned but not a thing would be done. Scoured had we done with the land, not feeling felt, not a tearing wept, not a single soul embedded.
This day, of all days, was a lonely day for us, not for Sweetie Belle. We moped around, we kept searching, believing that she was just around the next corner, only to be running around the same building over and over. On this day, all our dreams ceased, and a new dream arose.
Finally, defeat was forced upon us, darkness swept the land, Luna had started her duties. Defeat was filled with feelings of angst and failure. Nothing could be done, yet we wanted to continue.
When a new day was born without Sweetie Belle, our lives ceased to think of nothing other than her. School was of no importance, our cutie marks became a dull passion, our families became nothing, all this without our friend to be there with us along the way.
So everyday from then on we waited.
Everyday we wished for her return
And everyday it never came.
So we began to forget.
Our submission towards her was passive, we chose not to, but time washed her from our memories. Over time we grew, over time we sought answers, but the questions didn’t exist anymore.
We grew into mares, our souls still missing a large portion from Sweetie Belle’s disappearance. We were strong mares, maybe not physically, maybe not educationally, but our will was farther than most. Our mentors had gone on, living lives much better than any could expect. Rainbow Dash finally got into the Wonderbolts, I had always wanted for her to take me with and watch them compete, she still says she will, but faith is little when not completed. Applejack went on and found herself a nice coltfriend, the farm seemed to expand its influence outside of Ponyville.
But here we were, mares of the same age as our life teachers when our sweet disappeared. Accomplished little to nothing, always wandering around the place as if we didn’t have a talent. Oh, we found them, Applebloom being an architectural pony, raising so many farm buildings by herself around the farm. I was a hothead I guess, not much to get from a fiery wheel on your flank to get me a job I guess.
We had moved on, our lives were much more dull than that they were when we were younger, when we had Sweetie Belle. Our questions had faded into the past, nothing had happened about her, she just seemed to vanish.
And then one day, a day I will always remember, she didn’t return, but our memories of her did. I received a letter from Canterlot, one depicting former adventures that we had together. A lone photo of us hugging, and the sweet words of our dear old friend, her voice seemed to take control when we read it.
And so everyday we smile.
