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// Final Chapter 
// Story: Pony Diaries 
// by Mitslits 
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	Pony Diaries 9

January 10

I am back in Ponyville. You may have noticed the date. It's the same as one of my previous entries. That's because years have passed here. Too many years. Four to be exact. I met First Light and Bon Bon again.

I saw a white draft horse with the familiar cutie mark. "First Light!" I called. I bounded up to him, an immense grin on my face.

He noticed me and shied away. "I'm sorry. I don't- I don't recognize you. Should I?" He looked me over and shrugged.

My smile disappeared. "It's me. Sweet Starshine. I saved your life once." I was confused. Surely my love would remember me?

"I'm sorry. I think I would remember something like that. I did know a Sweet Starshine once, but she disappeared. She looks nothing like you." With that he walked away.

I raced to a nearby puddle and peered at my reflection. I was dark blue with light blue mane and silver tail. My cutie mark was a trail of stars. But worst of all, I had no horn. Wings, but no horn. Then I spotted Bon Bon.

I raced up to her, but she didn't know me either. I sat in the middle of the street, dejected. Our conversation replayed in my mind.

"Do I know you?" she asked, as I introduced myself.

"I'm your best friend!" I nearly screamed.

"I'm sorry, you don't look anything like anyone I know", Bon Bon stammered. She trotted off.

I gazed at her as she left.

Bon Bon looked back at me a couple of times, but she did not stop.

I hate this.

Sweet Starshine

January 20

I can't. Stand. This. Nopony knows me. Not even the pony I loved. Not even my best friend. I want to look the way I did. That way, I could have everything the way it was.

Sweet Starshine

The pegasus closed the worn leather journal and placed it in a drawer. She quickly scrawled a note and left it on top of the desk. It spoke of how she was so tired of living and that if anyone cared, her journal was in the the top drawer of the desk.

She cantered out into the desert and trotted up to the cliff. She flew one last time, out over the canyon. Then she folded her wings and resisted the urge to open them. The cliff floor came up to meet her.

As soon as Sweet Starshine died, all trace of her was removed. Bon Bon would often try and recall just who she had talked to all that time, but her brain replaced the alicorn with Lyra.

Sheila often wondered just what her machine could do, and she would faintly remember a test subject, but just as soon as she thought that, it would disappear.

As for First Light, he stayed single his whole life. He often thought about getting a girlfriend, but something held him back. Occasionally, late in the night he would lay awake, stare up at the stars and whisper the name Sweet Starshine. He always wondered who she was.