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// Contrition 
// Story: The White Pony 
// by CocoaPone 
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It was the dawn of a new day, new horizons, new chances, a chance to erase the past and to start over new. If only there weren't annoying ponies there to remind you of your past mistakes, then maybe you could just enjoy the present and forget all those terrible mistakes. We all make mistakes. Its inevitable.


It was the middle of spring now, a month had passed and I hadn't bothered to narrate any of it as nothing significant had happened. I didn't even think anything significant was going to happen today either, but I was narrating it anyways because you know when you narrate something, theres a reason to why. But anyways today wasn't really all that much different from the past three thousand three hundred and sixty seven days I had been alive. I didn’t feel any different, everything looked the same, I held up my hooves and looked at them. Yup nothing had changed. Or had it..? I suddenly turned and looked back at the tree which I had completely forgotten about over the past month. I sighed, I didn't feel like dealing with that tree today, I felt pretty lonely. The last time I saw Flash Light was when I looked into his bedroom window about a week back, I missed him so I snuck there every chance to watch him sleep, it’s not creepy! Every night I would try to go see him, but 1 out of 7 times I would pony out, and result to just looking at his house from over the wall. Either way I did have to admit, I felt like I needed him with me, but I knew that could be used as a weakness. I thought about it for a while. Flash Light… I wonder what he’s doing right now. Maybe he finished that drawing, or maybe he started a new one. Or maybe he's made multiple drawings, id like to see them.


I was once again sitting behind the wall thinking to myself, looking at my sword, going through my treasures in the wall. when I felt something looking at me, well I mean there was a shadow that loomed over me, at first I thought it was Flash Light so I turned around instantly ready to hug him when I saw that it was in fact, not Flash Light. It was some strange grown up pony! Ew! But that probably was a bad first reaction, they stared at me for a second suddenly seeming to regret even coming here.

“Are you uh..” He looked at some papers he was holding with his magic before continuing, “The little pony that lives atop the hill..?”

I looked at him tilting my head, then I growled. He seemed slightly terrified which was what I was going for.

“I-I’ll just leave these here!” He said hurriedly, leaving behind a couple sheets of paper before running down the hill. I thought it was pretty funny so I giggled for a while before picking up the papers and looking at them. I laid them down side by side before figuring out what they were, poking them with my hoof and examining them closely. After a while I decided it was safe so I directed my attention to what was on the paper rather than the papers themselves. I started with the one of the far left, or at least I thought it was left, I was never taught otherwise. On the paper was the drawing I had seen inside of Flash Light’s house the night of the retrieval. The second was another drawing that seemingly took place inside his house looking out the window towards the… hill.

If you couldn't have figured out already, these were sent by Flash Light, I figured he must have asked the mail pony to come and deliver it for him since he must be under some sort of punishment. I thought about it for a moment, how did the mail pony know when to come after me recently thinking of the drawings? How did Flash Light draw these without his mom noticing? Well I suppose it wouldn't really matter what he drew, his mother couldn't have possibly figured it out otherwise unless he were to have specifically explained what was being portrayed. But that in itself was over thinking. I took a deep breath, it had felt like I had said all that too quickly, even though they were just thoughts in my head. But anyways they were simply drawings that he had made. For me… Those last two words hit me, what had I done to deserve this? This wasn't right. He could have made these for anyone else, but then again I hadn't seen him around with many other ponies. I looked at the drawings again, they were nice drawings, I had to keep them safe. I folded them with my hooves and slid them between some new cracks in the wall that were not yet occupied.

I looked over the wall again, the sun was beginning to set and the lights of Ponyville were turning on one by one. Flash Light’s house was always the first one to light up, I had a feeling it was something to do with his cutie mark. It was still nice to look at regardless, a little reminder of him. Like the first star in the sky, except it wasn't a sky. I thought about it for a while more, slowly becoming more upset with myself, and then at him. I hadn't seen him over a month now, and I was growing lonelier by the day. I had never understood what it felt like to obsess over someone, now don't get me wrong… Im not obsessed with him! That would be foolish and I would never allow myself to fall so easily into such a trap. I just… I just feel like I need him… No. I don't need him. I don't need anypony. I slid my back down the wall and slouched, crossing my hooves. Then I ripped the papers out of the wall and stared at them furiously trying to soak up as much of him from it as I could. I grew angry that I couldn't truly be with him, and even angrier that I even wanted to be with him. I took the two drawings and ripped them into shreds with my hooves and buried the pieces in the mud. Then I hit my head against the wall until I felt like I had completely shook the memories of him out of place. There.. now he was gone, he was no longer part of me. I could finally rest.