"Another boring day comes and goes, here down by the rock farm," a little pink filly groaned to herself. She sighed, as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her left hoof. She stared out to the velvet sky, at the pink clouds, and setting sun. "It will never change."
"I'm back, Pinkie!"
Pinkie Pie's eyes shot up. "Granny Pie!" she cried out. She left her rocks to tumble down the hill, as she rushed to her beloved. She leapt into her Granny's hooves.
They nuzzled lovingly, before Granny Pie said, "Ah, Pinkie Pie. I cannot simply believe this is the last time I shall see your face."
Pinkie looked puzzled. "Last time?" she asked. She gasped before asking, "You're not leaving like you said you would, are you, Granny?"
"I - I'm sorry, dear," Granny whispered, already feeling bad for her grand-filly.
"But - but Granny," Pinkie protested. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too, my dear," Granny Pie said.
Pinkie Pie flung her hooves around her grand-mother. "I don't know what I'll do without you, Granny!"
"You don't need me anymore, Pinkie," Granny replied. "You're a big pony now. You have to stand up and face your fears."
"But --" Pinkie argued.
"Don't talk back, deary," Granny Pie said. "Just giggle at the ghosties. Snortle at the spookies. You'll be alright."
Pinkie Pie allowed those words to enclose themselves tightly in her mind.
Her Granny carried on, "You'll be a good filly for your mother, will you, Pinkie?"
"I promise, Granny," the pink filly whispered. "I will."
"You always were such a dear," Granny Pie said, and the nuzzling began all over again.
"Are you ready, Ma?" a voice called out, from the barn.
The elderly pony cried out, "Just a second, Blueberry Pie!" She turned back to Pinkie Pie. "Be a good filly." She handed her a small golden locket, shaped like a love heart.
Pinkie Pie stared into it. "I love you, Granny Pie," she whispered, holding back her tears.
Granny Pie smiled. With a hankerchief, she dried Pinkie's eyes, before announcing, "I'm off! Goodbye, dears."
She walked away, slowly.
Pinkie Pie followed her.
She turned around, and smiled at her. "I'm sorry, dear. "
"You're just like me in my fillyhood," Granny Pie said. "I was only your age. My grandma - she was my best friend, and the only one I looked up to. I didn't know why she left. How she left. Who she left for. I only knew - she was leaving. I begged her and pleaded her to stay. But to no avail. The locket I gave you - it was from her. She gave it to me on the date of her departure. I never saw her ever since."
Lost in the sea of words, Pinkie could only mutter, "Bye, Granny Pie."
After one last affectionate hug, the elderly pony continued on her journey, her knap-sack over her shoulder.
Pinkie Pie stared on, tears blinding her sight. Goodbye Granny Pie. I love you. I'll miss you...
As the sun set, the filly was called home, and she retired to her room, staring at her locket, with a heart-felt love in her heart. She knew..she would never be happy again.