Our Dying Days

by Crystal Draco

Generosity

I Lay there in bed, knowing the end was near. A mare, about fifteen years younger than I, sat next to me. Her face was wet with tears as she held my hoof in hers. "No, please Rarity, don't go!" she yelled through her sobs. "Please!" She lost her ability to speak, and lay her head down. I felt as each sob shook rattled her. I looked over to her as everything began to fade. She brought her head up and for a moment was silent.

I smiled at her before saying, "Sweetie, Don't let me stop you from being happy."

She immediately started to cry gain. "Please!" she screamed. "Please don't leave me!" Before long, the world faded into nothing. I drew my last breath, and passed on with a smile on my face.