The death of a loved one can always leave a horrible aftermath. One must do what he can to walk the road to recovery. It seems easier to just delude ourselves into what we think can help us quicker. A fast rejuvenation lies with the ponies, but every friendship has its share of bumps. Friends can mend the heart, but are they enough to break through the lingering loneliness? Or can they be the very thing that plunges us deeper into our misery?

Inspired by My Little Dashie!

Each colorless day makes life unworthy of living. It's our choice to change ourselves, we just need a little push from a certain pony. But are things truly what they seem to be? We all can be deceived by false kindness, the unexpected lurk from every corner, and some of the things that mend our hearts might as well as crush it.

                                                                    This is my story.