It's been exactly a year now. Or exactly a day in Equestria. I've been trying to take everything slowly. My little Dashie was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. I had already accepted that because of the very reason that it was true. There was nothing I could do about it. What I couldn't accept was how I felt. Fifteen years with her and then just like that she was gone. I thought I'd be able to handle the pain. I thought after time, my pain would heal. For a while I actually believed that. It took me an entire real to come to this realization but, the pain hadn't gone away. And I knew it wouldn't in the future either.
Since the day she left, I tried to leave everything as it was. Even though Princess Celestia had taken everything away my memories still lingered and I didn't want to lose them. I walk over to the table and see the photo album. That was one of the things I hadn't touched since that first day. It would cause me too much pain. But perhaps, maybe I needed pain. Maybe pain could get rid of pain. I sit down and open the book, revealing the pictures of my daughter that we had taken in our long yet brief time together. I flip through them but soon realize that the pain was only growing. I knew that letting her go was the best decision for her. I hated being so selfish but I just couldn't help myself from missing her. Dashie was the one who gave my life meaning. Before her, nothing else mattered. Just a boring old city in a boring old house.
I looked at a picture of right around the time I first found her. I'm not sure of the exact time but I can approximate. Her eyes, so innocent. Looking right into mine. I felt as though she was actually there, right in front of me. I began to touch the photo. I tried to imagine myself feeling her one more time. Nothing. I continued to look at the photo. "Oh, Dashie." I said as tears began to run down my cheeks. I closed the book. I couldn't take much more of that. I walked for my door. As usual, it would help. All I hope now is that the walk wouldn't fail me.
I begin to walk outside. Out in the open. It was one of those "What could go worse now?" moments and although I didn't say it, I believe I may have thought it because it then started to rain. It was going to be a long day.