My Little Dashie: We will never be apart

by Shadicbro Brony

Chapter 1: Alone once again

I stood there, alone once more in my cold empty house. For the past 15 years, everything up to this moment, was one of my best years I ever experienced, even if they were bad, but they were ways that I have connected and bonded with. Those 15 years were over now, and my life was back to the way it was, but now….I was far more depressed and lonely than I ever was.

My daughter….my little Dashie….was gone.

Her friends, and her mentor, princess Celestia, came not to long ago, and took her back home, to Equestria….her real home….No, Dashies home was here, with me. But...deep down inside of me, I know this was the right choice, because Equestria is her real home...but it was so hard to accept it all. I know this time would come for me, and knew she would have to return back to the world she came from….but it was so painful. Every ounce of my happiness, joy, and love that I created with the cyan pegasus was torn from me…torn from my heart.

It was like something ripped my chest open and shredded my heart with a hot knife. I can still remember her filly days, the day she first wrote on her own, the time she discovered her origin, the fight, and how we reconnected, and our bond growing stronger, her smiles, her laughs, and….her love to me…as my daughter....My Little Dashie.

My overwhelming emotions of pain, sadness and loneliness have caught up to me at last, as if I was met with the collision of a wave on the ocean beaches. My legs wobbled, crippled like a broken down pillar, I collapsed to my knees. My body felt heavy, as of someone put 100 LBS on my shoulders. My eyes were stinging, as crystal clear tears were developing fast. I shut them tightly as they flowed down my cheeks.

My teeth gritting tightly, as they were like grinders grinding meat. My breathing growing heavier. My cold arms wrapping around my heavy dead chest. Every memory of my daughter flowing through my mind. My ice cold heart aching and swelling, desperate for my daughters love again. I needed Dashie, I need her hugs, her smiles, and laughs. I wish and begged to hold her one last time.

All of my lonely years were bashing down on my heart like a sludge hammer. The pain I have endured before I met Dashie clinging to me, never tempting to let go of my heart, as if salt was rubbing against my aching wound. It was all too much for me to handle. My head sharply swung up to my ceiling, as my mouth opened wide, my throat opening up as a powerful roar of agony ripped through and out my body. My lungs burning and not letting up as I continued to scream and yell for my daughter.

I never stopped screaming. I never let up and never stopped. I didn’t know how much time went by through my roars of agony and pain, but none of that mattered. What felt like for eternity, my cries and screams finally stopped. My lungs were now aching and desperate for the cool crisp air around me. Able to breath and take in some air, I was calming down, but I can never be calm anymore. Nothing will ever calm me down now.

“I love you daddy…”

I can still here her. My little Dashie. Her beautiful voice, her cute and amazing tomboyish accent, those glittering rosy eyes. I chocked on my breath, my fists tightening around, my nails digging deep into my palms, aching and nearly piercing the skin to draw blood. New fresh batches of tears flowing down my tear stained cheeks.

I even felt Dashies hooves around my torso, her warm head against my back in a loving embrace. That ounce of warmth died out in a millisecond. It was the final bit of love that I can ever feel from my daughter. She was gone, and there was nothing I can do about it.

I laid on the cold wooden hard ground, my arm as a pillow for my sore head. my hand reaching up and clutching a nearby thin blanket, pulling it over my upper body. I curled into a ball, burying my face deep in the sheets. I can still smell her scent on that blanket. It was welcoming scent, easing the burning in my lungs. But, the scent only driven my brain crazy, reliving my times with my daughter. I closed my eyes while my tears flowed, never tempting to stop. soft cries and sobs escaped my burning throat.

All of this agony was hitting me harder than a runaway fake train. I didn’t know how much longer I’m going to last under this amount of despair, loneliness, pain, and sadness. All I wanted was Dashie again. I would even trade my soul to the demon of hell to see her again, to be my her side, until the day of death.

…Death….I didn’t know why…but it sounded like a beautiful word. All of this desperation for warmth, comfort and love from my little Dashie was bringing me to a new level of evil…it felt like my body was telling me to give up….to end my pain….to kill myself. I never knew…that the word death…would sound so beautiful in my mind.

My life….was almost reaching full circle.

Without my daughter with me…there was nothing left in my life….nothing. If this pain doesn’t leave me soon…I will have to take desperate measures to end it, to be free from this pain. It dawned to me now. I was now on the path that leads to the most blissful, but evil path any human would take.

The path….of being suicidal.