Applebloom waited for her sister at the gate, leaving time for Applejack alone. She watched her sister take her hat from her head, and hold it near her heart before placing it over the small grave. She saw Applejack bend down to the grave and whisper something, something sweet that summoned a tear across her cheek.
‘I’ll see you again soon, old girl.’
Applebloom and Applejack stayed silent as they wandered back to the farm house. The tears were still stained on Applejack's face. She had left her hat at the church yard, above Winona.
Applebloom looked up at her sister as she opened the farm house door, and stepped inside. They wiped their hooves on the mat.
'How did it go?' An old voice called from within the next room.
Applebloom knew Applejack wouldn't want to talk about Winona without being next to her, so she replied herself.
'Fine, Granny Smith.' She trotted in the room as Applejack trudged up the wooden stairs. She could hear them chatting.
'What was that?'
'I said it went fine!'
Then their was silence as Applejack had closed her door, she immediately walked over to her drawer, and picked up the dusty picture frame that showed a touching hug from two young best friends.
Applejack sat on her bed and peered out the window and stared at the sun that was just beginning to set. There were no more tears to cry, only the depressed look on Applejacks face could show how empty she was.
A small smile suddenly perched on Applejacks mouth as she looked out the window. There was the same hill that held beautiful flowers, there was the same barn that showed wonderful colors, there was the same star filled sky that sparkled in Applejacks eyes, and there was also, just on the horizon, a little transparent brown dog that returned the same loving smile across through Applejacks open window. The glowing figure stood on the grassy hill, making no sudden movements. It was true that Winona longed to feel Applejacks warm, comforting hugs again.
Now, Applejack could barely see Winona, she didn’t stay exposed for long. The ghostly figure faded away, leaving no trace it was ever there.
At that moment, Applejack felt suddenly empty again. A single tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek that still held the same little smile on her face, and dripped onto the picture that was clutched in Applejacks grasp against her heart. Maybe they would meet again, but all they could do was to wait for each other.
‘I’ll see you again soon, old girl. I promise.’