Thanks to Alex for writing My little Dashie. His Deviant page. http://robcakeran53.deviantart.com/?offset=20#
I wrote this fanfic because I thought it could of had an extended ending. I take credit for writing this unofficial continuation and ending of My little dashie.
Since Alex stated in his deviant art page he won't continue My little dashie.
If this gets good critique, I won't continue it, mostly because i thought it ended on a good note.
I will however start writing my own fanficiton and original content a bit more, so if you're interested stick around.
Thank you.
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My Little Dashie: Remembrance.
“The dead can no longer experience the living, but the living can experience the dead, if you no longer feel the joy of living, than you might as well be dead.” ~~Reverance
“Scientists say that there are infinite amounts of dimensions, I don’t remember you as just a memory, because, just as you are real in your world, you are just as real in mine.”~~Reverance
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Friday, September 17, 2037
It was twenty-five years ago, twenty five years ago, this exact day I found you on September seventeenth, twenty-twelve. Within the gloomy streets of San Francisco, alone in a flimsy cardboard box, I saw not only a pony, but a new beginning. The only words written on the box were, “Give, to a good home.” I realized now that I found you for a reason, not only because you were alone and helpless, but I was too. I had a measly paying job, my parents passed away two years prior, had little friends in my life, and a daily routine that never seemed too end itself. I felt isolated from the rest of the world, as I walked down the poorly lit slums of San Francisco alone at night, I always felt as if the rest of the world had given up on me, and I on the world. Then you came along, you came along and showed me someone out there needed me, and I needed that someone, not too give me a second chance, but a new beginning, you could say I was “Recalled too life.”
Five years later, I gained new found confidence within myself, and a spark within the world I now cherish dearly. I met my wife four years after you left back home (2033), we met after I had just gotten off of work, I went to settle down at the local cafe (The cafe I always went to on weekends and you would beg me to get a bit of whip cream from the top of my hot chocolate during the winter) for a bit. I had stepped up to the front of the line and ordered my hot chocolate; I paid the cashier and took a seat while I waited for my chocolate. A beautiful woman then comes up to me and asks if the extra seat at my table was taken, I replied no and she sat right in front of me. After five minutes waiting, the cashier had called me up for my hot chocolate; I stood up and had grabbed it and sat back down at my table. Two minutes later my company then stood up and grabbed her order as well and sat back down and got back to crossword puzzle. I reached into my bag and pulled out one of my favorite books “Magician: Apprentice.” After a while of silence, the woman that sat across from me then asked me what I read, I replied “Huh? oh, It’s a fantasy adventure novel. I used to read it to my daughter a lot when she was younger; she had a fascination with adventure books.” After all, you would ask me to read you another chapter nearly every night before you fell asleep, and I would always give in, even though I had to wake up for work every morning at eight o’clock. The woman gave a surprised look on her face and asked, “You don’t look old enough to be a father yet.” She replied. “Well, actually I’m forty-two years old. But thanks for the flattering; I don’t like anything I used to.” I gave off a small giggle and she laughed, She said, “Don’t worry, I’m forty-one years old, we don’t all get too look as young as we used to.” “So, you have a daughter? How old is she?”
When the words came out of her mouth, I had an expression on my face that spelled sadness, she noticed my facial expression and immediately had a face of regret, I looked up at her with a more pleasant smile. “I had daughter…. she was something else, something I will never forget. She would be twenty-one at this point.” The woman no longer pressed the matter and instead offered me some company for a while instead. We drank our drinks and headed towards my car; we hopped in and drove to one of my favorite locations. I parked next to one of the apartment buildings and we left the car there until we got back. It was a fairly cold day, some dark clouds out; the mood seemed a bit sorrow. We walked through the neighborhood a bit and chatted, we talked about recent events and I produced some small talk. As we were walking, I see the reason why I always loved this and thought why this location was memorable, it was the first time you spread your wings and soared up into the sky. The day was a radiant summer afternoon, not a despair stricken cloud insight. It was there you helped me open my eyes to your amazing personality; it was there you helped me realize the days will get brighter. I took you to my childhood park for weeks, watching you improve, earn your bumps and bruises, earn your wings and right to take to the sky, but that day I saw you change. As I saw you come down from the sky, I knew that you had already achieved something that would have taken me this long to achieve, confidence. As I watched you come down, I knew you were in the moment, you feel the razor winds beneath your wings, the glimmering sun beating down on your wings, and then it happened. You succeeded a rainboom, something I had thought was impossible, but nothing was impossible for you, you tried and tried until you achieved flight, and now you achieved something beyond that. That was memorable, as I saw you cause that rainboom, I imagined you in slow-motion, you were graceful, serene, and completely indescribable, you flew in the shape of an arch and as you did the suns’ reflection caused the rainbow to shine and glimmer in the majesty of the summer day, after you performed it, we sadly couldn’t admire it for long, we needed to leave since we caused quite some collateral damage, but that day was an amazing day, not only because you had achieved your goal, but because it would help me achieve mine in the future. As we walked past the location where the park used to be, my company saw a look on me that she had never seen on a person before, the look of beautiful sorrow. After that day, she asked me out for dinner. We met up a couple more times and dated for a year then I proposed to her. She, without hesitation, responded with a yes and we got married September sixteenth, twenty-thirty-four. That same year, we had news that my wife was pregnant (November) with twins, TWINS! I was one of the most joyful humans on the planet. Automatically, filled with excitement, began attempting to choose names, but the doctor said it was way too early to tell if they were either boys or girls, I was shot down but still overjoyed with happiness I tell you. Over the course of the next nine months we began preparations for the newborns, we began designing the twins bedroom and decorating it to the generic pink wall scheme and some posters on the wall. The doctor had told us that we would have one boy and one girl, and that they seemed a bit energetic so my wife would be expecting them perhaps a one or two more weeks earlier than we have planned. Then, that month came, the month of delivery. If there is anything more putrid and foul on this Earth, it would have to be birth. Some people may argue that birth is one of the world’s most beautiful moments and that I would never forget it, they’re right, I never forgot the shrill screams my wife gave and the nails that she engraved into my hand, but oh boy, was it worth it. We had two adorable newborns, Riley and Jackson Nunez. I took a look at them right after they were cleaned up and ready to be held, I had Riley and my wife had Jackson, but something else happened, I remembered you. I remember when I saw you that lonely cold night on the street, that very first time I saw you, cold, shivering, wanting someone to keep you warm. Your eyes connected with mine. Your eyes look desolate and confused; I then saw that you were cold and shivering. I took you in my arms and wrapped you in my jacket and assured you that you would be warm and safe. The look after I comforted you sank my heart, you felt peaceful, warm, loved. As I looked into both my newborn children, I grabbed each one at a time and took them into my arms with their blankets wrapped cozy around them and whispered into each of their ears. “Welcome to the family.”
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Saturday, September 18, 2037
I woke up to a stunning sunrise today; I got up from my bed and put my shoes on to admire the gorgeous morning today. I walked outside and the sunny afternoon with few clouds, a smooth breeze, and the smell of rain was incredible. I walked around the house a bit admiring the scenery of the country side, I saw the receding left over rain drops carefully slide down the tree leaves and land on the grass which seemed to gleam with the sun because of the rain droplets. I slowly walked back inside the house, I saw my wife now fully awake and cooking breakfast for the kids. I saw both Riley and Jackson sitting on the couch waiting for breakfast to ready. My they’ve grown up so fast, Riley and Jackson now both three years old and they are already very smart for their age. Riley and Jackson now both now how to talk to the point to be understood, can form some sentences, and even read a decent amount. Every time I and my wife would give them their baths I would receive flashback on the days I used to bathe you. I would take the soap on my hands and crazily rub it all over your mane, but you retaliated, every time I shook your mane you would splash a good amount of water on me and I’d splash back. After I finished rinsing your mane and coat I would pick you up and grab you in a clean towel and placed you in the sink to be blow dried. I took that blow dryer and you hated it because after I was done blow drying you, you would look like a big hairball at the end of it and I’d laugh while you looked at me with a face of “You’re going to pay for this, sir.” But you know I always ended up combing your mane and coat back to how they were. After I and my wife gave the twins a shower we’d get them dry and dressed into their pajamas and my wife would tuck them into bed as I spent the remainder of the night cleaning the kitchen until it was all picked up and I went to bed. I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table; I took my morning newspaper and sat down attempting the day’s crossword puzzle. My wife says I don’t have the patience for a crossword puzzle and I should just leave it to the professionals, she’s always right, after a few minutes staring at the puzzle I gave up and poured myself a cup of coffee. Breakfast was being served, both Riley and Jackson came running to the table nearly killing each other to see what plate had the most perfect sunny side up egg and both with the intent of getting it first, but, sorry kids, Dad got the best sunny side up egg this time and man was it delicious. After breakfast, I kissed my wife and thanked her, I helped her clean up the kitchen by washing the dishes for her and scrubbing the table down, she then proceeded with going into town and buying the groceries, she said she would take the kids off of my hands for the rest of the and also take them to the community park right after so I could enjoy my Saturday. As they walked out I took my newspaper and sat down unconsciously in my father old recliner. I sat down in it and thought to myself “I’ve never actually sat down in this chair before, now I see why she thought it was so comfortable and pleasant.” I imagined you for couple seconds, sitting, in the very same chair I sat down upon. I saw you curled up in a little ball and sleeping in it, you were quite the small filly, you wouldn’t even take up the whole sitting space. I felt at peace and fell asleep on the recliner that morning.
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Friday, November 21, 2042
Thanksgiving Day, one of the days I cherish. I always spend time with my family but this is the time we can all get together and give thanks for our blessings. I woke up fairly early that morning; I woke up to something familiar I haven’t heard in over thirty years. I got up from the bed and walked into the living room where I found Riley awake at six-thirty in the morning. She was sitting down on the couch with the television on and smiling. I walk in and turn over to look at the T.V, my ears have confirmed what they were hearing but my eyes couldn’t witness it. She was watching my little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I walked over slowly to the couch, still looking directly at the television. I sat down next to Riley as she watched on as well. She saw me right next to her and said, “Dad, have you seen this before? It’s a funny show and I really like the ponies in it.” I looked at her and responded, “Yeah, I saw years ago, I thought the show stopped showing re-runs on T.V after the HUB went broke.” We sat down and watched the episode you were looking for a brand you pet, a valiant and awesome looking pet. My daughter then turns over to me again and says, “Dad, I think Rainbow is my favorite character. She’s really cool and fast, she is also very loyal and is there for her friends, and even though she may seem a bit mean at times, she’s still my favorite.” I looked at Riley for a couple minutes and then grabbed her in my arms and hugged her, she returned the hug, I attempted to hold back a few tears. I then stood up and told her I had to get ready for work. I walked into my bedroom quietly as my wife was still sleep; I looked into my closet for my work suit. I searched for my tie as I couldn’t find it but then, there it was. My tie was inside something I hadn’t laid eyes on in many years, that flimsy cardboard box I found you in. I took the cardboard box and set it on the dresser in my room, I picked up the tie and tied around my neck and buttoned my suit up. I inspected the box for a few minutes then I looked at the crude writing on the side of the box, “Give to a good home.” I pondered upon these words for a few minutes and then it hit me. Celestia had said that the accident when you were teleport to my dimension happened when you were in the sky, attempting some kind of new experimental weather magic. I thought of many possibilities on how you may have ended up in that box, that box where I found you in, with the crude writing on the side of it. I took the cardboard box with me outside and placed it in the back seat of the car. I told myself I would do some investigating about the box after work, so I got into my car and drove off to work that day. As I drove my back home from work, I decided to stop by the sidewalk where I found you. I parked nearby some apartments and walked to where I first found you. It was a cold day, just like the day I saw you for the first time. I got to where I found the box that day; I looked around and saw that it was placed right out a fairly small apartment complex. There was a man right outside of the entrance to the apartment complex. He looked pretty old; he looked at least in his early sixties, around five foot five, and with a receding hairline. I look at him for a couple minutes then went up to him. “Hey, do you know who lives in this apartment complex?” I asked politely. “Huh? Ah yes, I’ve lived in this apartment complex for most of my life, I know all past, and present residents of the complex.” He said with a smile on his face. “Yes, this apartment complex was first bought out by my father and then inherited to me when he died, so I became the landlord of this complex.” I knew I have found my first lead to this mystery of your appearance within the box. “Great, well I had a question about one of your past residents. Did anyone ever seem a bit suspicious? A bit rushed to get inside of their apartment? Like they were hiding a secret?” I asked the landlord, a bit hesitant of not getting a straightforward answer. He his face was filled with speculation and then gave me a response, “Hm, well, a woman named Rosa Elias lived in the apartment complex thirty years ago. She did seem a bit suspicious. She always wanted to spend time alone, she never had a visitor, and she hardly came out of her apartment except for getting groceries and work….. She died twenty five years ago in a violent car accident. She was driving along the highway until another car cut her off as she was going seventy-five miles an hour, she hit her brakes hard and she flipped the car, because of the force of the brakes she fell off the highway. Paramedics said she died from the loss of blood and hemorrhaging in her skull. The paramedics found a letter in one of her coat pockets that day though. It was made out for someone in specific but I can’t make sense of it. If you’re looking for Rosa, then that means you could make sense of it.” The landlord handed me the letter and read it too myself.
“Dear to whomever this may concern,
Ikind enough to let me stay for another month until I can come up with the money. She looks about two three years old and needs to be cared for. I have invested some money in her food for the first three days I found her. She really is a majestic creature, I never knew I would be able to meet her in my life, yet here she is. Wish I could care for her, but I can’t even care for myself. To whoever finds her and reads this note, she is free to a good home. I have provided some food, blankets, and one toy. Please take care of her, from pegasister to the founder.”
Sincerely,
Rosa Elias. can’t keep her, I just can’t. I’m low on money and limited on time. I’m three months behind rest and the landlord has been
I stared at the letter a few minutes after I had just finished reading it. A few tears came to my eyes as I as I had found out someone else knew but was not as fortunate as I was. She never made it to the store that day to provide the food, blankets, or the toy she wrote about in the letter. Just like me, she wished to help. Rest in Peace. I turned back to the landlord and thanked him for his help; I picked the box up from the floor and walked back to the car. I opened the door of my car and got in, I sat in the car for a couple of minutes trying to process what I have just learned and read. I start the car and look at the time; it’s already five o’clock P.M. I started the car and drove off and attempted to get home as fast as I could, my wife probably already started cooking the thanksgiving dinner and her mom probably just got there from the airport. After a good thirty minutes with taking the highway home, I pull up to the drive way. I turned off the car and as I did it started sprinkling rain and clouds started moving in. I step out of the car and open the door with my keys. I walk in and see the kids watching television, my wife finishing the preparation for the dinner, and my mother in law helping her. “Hey dad” said the twins in perfect synchronization, kind of freaked me out but hey, they’re twins, great minds think alike. They come up to me and I put down the box, they give me a hug and I hug back. I put them down and make my way for the kitchen. I smell the scrumptious looking food and can’t help but stare at the turkey, but I soon controlled my temptation and went to greet my mother-in-law. “Welcome Miss, I hope you had a good trip from Arizona.” “It was a good trip, I can’t complain. I would suffer a traveling on a bus if I had to just to come visit my grandchildren and their parents.” I smiled at her and we gave each other a hug. “Well, honey, I’m going to the room to freshen up and get out of my suit.” “Okay, I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” She said, as I made my way to through the hallway to my room. I take the box and place back in the closet where I found it, as for the letter, I placed that in a special location. I put it in the album princess Celestia allowed me to keep, put right next to the picture when I you were just a small little thing. I keep the photo album in a safe I have in the closet, its locked with a combination lock only I know of, no one would believe me if I told them what I had in there, I just told them I had some home defense and a few important documents. I got dressed into something more comfortable and went back to the kitchen where dinner was being served. Everyone gathered around the table and I said grace and we all gave thanks for the wonderful dinner before us. We sat down and had a quiet but pleasant dinner that evening. After our thanksgiving dinner, I helped clean up the kitchen while the kids were taking their showers. Between I, my wife, and mother-in-law we got the kitchen shinning clean, my wife went to sleep early, so did my mother-in-law as she went to her guest room and my wife in her room. I told the wife that I would tuck the kids in that night. I went into their room and saw that they were ready to go to sleep, so I went up to both their beds and sat down on the stool next to both of their beds in the middle. “Dad, can you read us a quick story? Please!” asked Jackson excited. “Alright, but just a quick one, I’ll read you both The Dragon and The Unicorn.” I took up the story and began to read, until they were fast asleep. I stood up from the stool and placed the book on their table, just I was going to turn off the light though, I heard a whisper, “Goodnight Daddy. I love you.” My heart sank so far into my chest it felt like my chest cavity was another Grand Canyon. I turned around to Riley and kissed her on the forehead and said, “Goodnight, My little Riley, I love you too.” I walked out and turned off the light. That moment was powerful, I remembered the first time you told me that, that moment where I got the idea that I wasn’t only your caretaker, but I was your father, and you were my daughter.
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December 17, 2062
I now sit alone, in this saddened home, once more. Today was my birthday; I am sixty-seven years old now. My house has been empty for two years now. I now sit on my dad’s old recliner chair, thinking, thinking about how much my life has change in the last forty or so years of my life. I sit here, looking at old pictures of my wife and the kids, how happy we all looked, how happy I looked. I held back some tears while I saw the photo album… I miss my wife, I miss my children, and I miss you, Rainbow. My wife Elaine has been dead for two years now. She died after a checkup at the doctor verified that she had a brain tumor and was already too late to do anything that she’s had the tumor for years now and she just now started having symptoms, Nonetheless she died, peacefully, with a smile on her face and had kissed me on the forehead before she passed away in her death bed. My children, they grew up to be fighters, and successes. My son Jackson, he joined the marines a year after his nineteenth birthday. I wrote him letters every few months to let him know that I was alive and well and to make sure he was as well. One day, he didn’t respond back, a few more months passed and the letters stopped coming in the mail. April came by and on a cloudy afternoon, someone had pulled up to the house. They knocked on the door and I opened it, anticipating it was Jackson. It was one of his squad members, 2ndLT. Jacob Matthews. He looked at me with grief in his eyes, and I knew what this had meant. Jacob took my hand and opened my palm; in my palm he placed my own flesh and blood’s dog tags. “I am sorry, Mr. Nunez. Your son was killed in action on October, 26. He was stationed into my platoon and we had orders to move into North Korea’s line of defense and break it so we could advance our armor onto the front lines. He along with his fellow soldier, PFC. James Henderson, were ordered by me too take out the move up to some javelins that had to be taken out before we moved our tank battalion onto our current position. He and PFC. Henderson moved up and were pinned behind a broken wall. As the rest of the platoon was busy suppressing the incoming Korean forces, they were taking a big risk getting closer to the javelins. Your son saw that they were going to both die, pinned behind a wall unless something would have distracted their suppressors. He took off his dog tags and told Henderson to keep them in his pocket, and told him that he had to stay alive. Private Jackson was a hell of a shot. He ran up to some of the communist bastards and gunned some of them down, he threw a grenade at one of the towers that housed the Javelin operator and took him out. Three hundred meters though, there was a ghillie sniper hiding in some of the bushes and with a clean shot, penetrated Jackson right through his chest, causing immediate death. Your son was a brave man. Not only did he knock out one of the Javelins in the process and took some of those bastards with him, but gave time for Henderson to retreat and rendezvous back with our squad. At the debriefing, I recognized your son’s actions and valiant bravery, and told the Captain of his actions, the captain was moved by his patriotism and valor and helped give acknowledgement to your son’s actions to the higher ups until it reached the president. Mr. Nunez your son will receive the Medal of Honor, and will be given to you to hold and remember that your son was a damn fine soldier. It was an honor to have served with him in combat; it was an honor to have met a man of such high stature.” By the time Jacob had finished talking, I was crying, I was crying my eyes out, my own flesh and blood, killed in action for his country. Jacob then took my arm and pulled me in for a hug, “I’m sorry Mr. Nunez, he was my responsibility.” he told me into my ear. After five minutes of crying blood, the lieutenant went back to his car and was driven back to the military base.
I opened the door of my house; the news of my sons passing has shaken me. I laid down on the couch, and began crying again. I took one of his pictures and held it tight against my chest, leaving a permanent imprint on my heart. I felt weak, sad, and alone. Then I opened my eyes, and you were in my arms. I could see you as vividly as I could see the morning sun. I was taken back forty year back into my old home. I was lying on the couch, the second day I found you. It was late and I had just gotten back from work. I was tired and upset since someone had just stolen my wallet that day and had all the money to pay our water bill in the wallet. I laid there on the couch just wanting to go to sleep, struck by that day’s incidents. You then saw my anguish, and push under my arms and propped my arm up around you, and you laid there with me, comfortable and I laid there, content again. My heart lit up like a Christmas tree and I felt warmth within it again. My son would lay his head on my lap when we watched television Saturday evenings, he would say “Dad, I wish to be a man of your kind of honesty, kind, and gentle stature. I want to be like you dad. I want to be a better man, and make you proud.” Son, you have already made me the proudest dad in the world that Saturday evening. My daughter is alive and well thanks be, she is a photojournalist for The National Press Photographers Association (NPPA). She gets to travel the world and gets paid to take photos for news stories and articles. She studied journalism in college and was part of the newspaper in high school. She became interested in recognizing the evils of social injustice and began to write her own papers on social injustices and government issues. She visits from time to time, she helps me clean the house up, or goes for groceries sometimes with me, but I learned to grow independent, even in my old age. The day when my kids left to live their lives, meant it was nearly the end of mine. I had seen my children grow up to do amazing things, things that I never dreamed of doing when I was their age. I knew every child had to leave their parents nest at some point of time, but I never knew time would fly by so fast. I remember when you had to leave my nest for the very last time, you were angry with me the prior day, but we had grown a bond that was unbreakable, a bond that would make us both strong. I saw you be taken back home to where you belonged. I cried for a day, knowing my own daughter had just left my home for the final time. I looked into your eyes and assured you that it would be okay, that you should go and be with your own, they were your family first, and I didn’t want to deprive you of your original family. I hugged you for one last time, and you were gone, in a blink of an eye, you were gone.
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September 17, 2072
“Mr. Nunez…..Mr. Nunez……Wake up.”
“Gah, wha-what happened?” I said, in a daze.
“Mr. Nunez, You’re in the hospital. You were just in a house fire, you need to stay lying down and still, you suffered some broken bones and severe burns through some parts of your body. We’re keeping you monitored in case you go into shock or cardiac arrest.”
“I…I….need…some paper….and a pen. Please…It’s urgent.” I said, lifting my head up carefully.
“Sir, you need to…..Let me check we I have some paper and a pen in the employee lounge.” The nurse changing her mind about what she was going to say.
A few minutes later the nurse walks in with some pen and paper and I ask her to leave me alone and to tell all the other nurses to leave me alone for a couple of hours. She nods in agreements and walks out the door and closes it behind her.
“Dear Riley,
I’m most likely to have passed away before you read this, but I just wanted to let you know that I love you and to tell you some important things. Riley, once you get this, go to the police station and claim what has not been destroyed in the fire, everything I owned and was not charred is yours to keep. One item in particular is a safe. I want you to take this safe and open it when you are ready and alone one night. The combination to the safe is 9-17-12. Once you open the safe you will see some things I have never shown anyone before and you’ll see why. What is inside the safe is for you to make the choice to either believe in the contents of the safe or to keep them locked away forever. It is for you to decide. If you are reading this, do not cry because you were not there at the time of my death, your life has brought light to mine. I hope you make the choice that brings the most light to yours.
Love,
Dad.”
I just finished writing my first of two passing away letters, who’d knew I’d ever have to do this.
“Dear Rainbow,
If by chance you ever find yourself back, I would have been long gone. You have transformed my life to the right direction fifty years ago. You brought out qualities in me I would have never imagined I had. The amount of change you brought to me was amazing. Rainbow, you were my first friend, my first visitor, my first daughter. You were the one there when I was down; you were there when I felt like a loner in this giant world. I would have never imagined myself with kids in my lifetime, I would have never thought I would get married to a person I fell in love with. Rainbow, my life changed because of you. Because of you, I felt more than just a second chance; I felt a new life, a new beginning that prospered into some of the happiest days of my life. I wish you could have stayed, still live with your family, I missed you for all the days, months, and years you were gone. I hoped to see you, at least one more time in my life, but now my life is nearing an end. But this is the kind of end that will let me die with a smile on my face. I would have died knowing I overcame my depression, my loneliness, my hardships, and my social problems, and it’s all thanks to you. I hope I affected your life as much as you affected mine. I love you.
Dad.”
I started feeling a giant amount of pressure on my chest; it became stronger and stronger every second. My time, it has run out. As I let my eyes drift off for the last time, I heard a noise, a noise that was familiar beyond all measures. I fought a bit harder against my pain, and with my nearly closed eyes, I saw a beautiful, radiant, multi-colored mane flowing. The beautiful mane drew closer to my bed with what I could see through my eye slits was a look of horror.
“I was…too late. I’m sorry, dad.” She said, as she started tearing up.
With my few last dying breaths I responded.
“Don’t worry about it, dying is part of life. Take this letter, and read it when you get back home.
Your sister will take care of my morgue preparations, just go and enjoy the rest of your life.”
“Goodnight Daddie, I love you.” she said, slowly.
“Goodnight Dashie, I love you too.”
With this last respond, I slowly closed my eyes, by the time I closed my eyes, she was gone. Back to where she belonged. I drifted off, not into my death, but to a new life.
The End.