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// May 17th, 4:13 pm 
// Story: Transplants 
// by bahatumay 
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We talked a bit more. She didn’t say anything about it for a bit, but then we were working in her garden and I guess she feels safe there because she did. She came back because she didn’t want to feel like she’d given up. That she could make it here, like anyone else here. 
But I think she misses it. Equestria, I mean. Like yesterday I was at Applejack’s and she had some hay bales sitting out and I pretended to eat some as a joke and offered some to her, just because she happened to be the closest at the time, and she actually leaned in with her mouth open like she was going to eat it. And I recognized that hurt look in her eyes. 

You didn’t mean to.

I know. And I think she knew, too. But I mean
I don’t like it and it pains me to say it 
write it I guess 
but the longer I think about it, the more it makes sense. 
She has to go back. 
I mean, I know it’s logical, but it still… bugs me a bit, you know?

In what way?

I don’t know. It almost feels like I… lost, you know? Like I failed, somehow. 

I’m not sure I follow. 

After that whole Memory Stone thing, I promised I’d be nicer to Wallflower, and be her friend, or a better one, anyway, and now I can’t if she goes back. 
I know what you said but I still think it’s partially my fault and so I have to fix it. But now I’m not going to get that chance.

You can come through the portal any time, too. 

I know. But I belong here. I have friends, a life, activities, my art. 
My everything. And she

Sunset?
 
And she belongs there. With her garden. The Flower Trio. She’ll be a great groundskeeper. She’ll make the school beautiful.
I’ve got to talk to the group about this. Be back soon. Thanks, Twilight.