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// Hello Again 
// Story: Come Back Dashie 
// by The Mechanical Artist 
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Dear Pinkie

It’s been a while hasn’t it? must’ve been… A week? Two weeks? A year? Yeah, Definitely been a while. I have to say It's probably pretty weird to see my words written like this, and I'm sorry that this was the way you had to find out this way, but I didn't have much choice. Admittedly I don’t know exactly what actually happened, or where, but I do know how it happened, and why, you wouldn’t be reading this otherwise. I knew today would be the day, I could feel it in my heart. The doctor did tell me it could be any day now, I only wish it didn’t have to be so soon. I've chosen these words carefully because I knew I could never tell you the truth myself, but the games up now, and I might as well be straight with you so you don’t go blaming yourself or something stupid like that. I’ve been a dying mare for a long time now, and knowing what it's like now, I can't help but shed a few tears at the thought of leaving you all behind, but thats not up to me now, is it? Well, no point in delaying, we might as well start at the beginning. So here we are, the whole truth from the start.

It must have been about a year back. On that fateful september morning ever since I had woken up I had been dizzy, to such an extent that I could barely walk straight. You probably remember that morning. You were there. You helped me get to the E.R. actually. You were so sweet to me then, I remember you, rushing around trying to make sure that I was getting the best care that the hospital staff couldn’t muster. I still smile at the though of you chewing out that nurse, but we're not here to talk about old memories. The day I came home you were worried sick over me. And I told you I was fine, that I just needed some rest, and that soon I'd be back out there again, better then ever. I’m sorry I lied. I didn't want you to have to go through that. It would have only ruined the time we had left to cry over the inevitable. They told me I was sick. Something to do with how high speeds and gravity wore on my brain. And I didn't have much time if things kept up as they did. So apparently you can’t actually just go flying around faster than the speed of sound unprotected and just walk away without any consequences. Who could've guessed?

But I could save myself, there was a way out. I could have given it all up. I would have stopped flying, and as long as my hooves stayed on the ground, I would live. I know you would ask what you're thinking, but you know better than that. I would never give up the sky, even if it killed me, that wasn't a life I wanted. So it was death by living then, what was left to do? Well obviously none of you expected this, but I had a feeling that you would have the hardest time giving me up. So I needed to spend my last moments with you, and thats what this letter is for, to give you as much closure as possible. I guarantee that picnic was the best one I’d ever had, and I’m glad It was my last. I guess it was sort of our little private goodbye party. So If you ever feel like you wish you could've done something, remember, you did.

You made what little of life I had left worth living. You were my beacon to follow home if I ever strayed too far, If I ever needed anything there was always Pinkie, And when the world came crashing down around me, I was always right there in your arms, we'd sit and cry together, and you would make everything feel better. You made my life shine, and thats the most that you could've ever done for me.

But there's one last thing I need you to help me with. There's about about an eighty percent chance that the blood vessel that burst in my brain killed me, In which case this part of the letter won't apply. But it's completely possible that I just ended up brain dead, and this brings me to the second point of this letter Pinkie. If that's the case, I want you to pull the plug on me. The chance that I pull through that one is almost nonexistent, and, I'm sorry, but I don’t want to live the rest of my life like that. This is the last thing I’m asking you to do for me, and I want you to do it. I want to know that you’ll be there with me when I go. I don't want any of our other friends there, I just want you, because you're special. More special then I could ever put into words, and fuck me for saying this, but I love you. I love you Pinkie Pie and no amount of pride is going to keep me from saying it. I don’t know if you’ll just think me crazy, but you were more to me than any stallion could’ve been. And that’s all I ever wanted you to be. I guess I was always too nervous, or too proud to say anything. Even now I’m blushing thinking about when you'll read this, but It’s too late for whatever we may have been now. So I'll step aside. I had my chance, and now some other pony gets to share the rest of their life with you. I just want you to know how I feel. Either way I know that you’ll miss me, and believe me I’ll miss you too, but don’t worry, you’ll have a good life, I'll just have to watch from a distance. And who knows. Another eighty or so years from now, we might just meet again, and we can pick up where we left off like we always have. Until then Pinkie Pie.

Your eternal friend,

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie stood there stunned. For the first time in her life she had nothing to say. For what felt like hours she stayed completely still. But eventually she swayed and tipped as the cloud walking spell wore off, and she fell head over heels through the floor.