Happy laid his quill down upon the writing desk, and sighed. He picked up the collection of notes he had been writing, reading all of them aloud in his head and making sure he had written everything he wanted whosoever should find it to read. Satisfied with what would be his last words and thoughts in this world, he laid it down upon the desk, and got up from his seat. He walked across the room, over to the stool by the window. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, before climbing up onto the stool, and fitting the hanging noose around his head, tightening it around his neck. Happy took one last look around the room, and closed his eyes.
''Don't cry for me,'' he whispered to the nothingness around him. ''I was already dead.''
And Happy tipped the stool over. His story remained nearby upon the writing desk, illuminated by the light of the candle, which flickered as the stallion choked and gagged in the darkness of the unlit shadowed area of the room.
And when Happy finally ceased his incoherent tone of agony, so did the candle suddenly extinguish, casting the room into complete darkness, until Celestia's sun dawned and brought with it the light of day.
These are the last words of Happy, a pony who nobody knew, and who was nobody to those who had known him.
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Hopefully, somebody out there who has lost a loved one due to the traumatic effects that bullying causes, as well as the depression that comes with being singled out as an outcast, discriminated by others for who and what you are, will be able to relate to this story. I wish to point out that it is not my intention to cause any painful memories to resurface for those who have experienced similar pains and losses in their own lives through this story, but hopefully such people will be able to bond with Happy and understand his pain.
Also, I am not a great writer, so of course this story is going to be awful, but I am trying to put my best effort into writing it, so try not to judge me too harshly for my way of writing. I am comfortable with my writing style and preference, and I'm not going to change it to suit the needs of others. Just wanted to say that. Now, enjoy the story, and prepare thyself for many feels.