A rhythmic beeping filled the room, its noise all too familiar to me. For years, its steady beeping has kept me company. But, I knew that soon even the steady pulse that represented my life would leave me. I was dying.
All I could do was stare at the tiled ceiling, the bright fluorescent lights clouding my vision. I had been weak for many years, but lying on this bed I had nothing left. My body was a husk of its former self, my mind being the only thing remaining.
I could hear the gentle sobs of my adoptive mother, accompanied by the reassurances of my adoptive father. Sitting in the corner of the room, they were just outside my field of view. But that didn’t stop me from imagining the pain they were in.
I had been adopted at a young age, their own attempts at children having been futile. Nonetheless, they loved me like their own. And I loved them. Each and every day was filled with laughter and fun, my pain briefly being forgotten while they were around.
But life was never easy. I had been diagnosed with an unidentified genetic illness as a child. A disease that would haunt me until the very end. For years after, my life would consist of school and the hospital. Test after test, procedure after procedure, none of which could quell the sickness. A disease that was devouring my body, making it all but certain that I would die young.
And there I was, at the ripe age of twenty, sitting on my deathbed. Heck, I never even got the chance to try alcohol.
Nevertheless, we had seen this coming for many months, the disease having my heart in its crosshairs for quite some time. Its destructive nature only accelerated as it approached my vital organ, my only hope being a full-body transplant.
Though you could say there was no hope as a full body transplant was sadly still science fiction, no more than a distant dream. A dream that could alleviate me of the pain I was in, and finally give me the life I had always wanted.
The edges of my vision began to cloud, and the final thoughts running through my head slowed. Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl, the sound of the heart monitor speeding up filled the room.
My time had come.
I tried to look at my parents, but I was unable to move. Though I didn’t need to as their silhouettes filled my vision.
My vision continued to cloud over, though I felt one final breath deep inside of me. Only three barely audible words fell out of my dry, parched mouth.
“I love you”
*Somewhere off in the universe*
Luna sighed as she gazed out of her bedroom window. The moon's faint glow seeped through the glass and illuminated her blue fur, her body relaxing as it consoled her form.
Her eyes remained trained on the moon, its celestial body filling her pupils as she remembered her time on its surface. Each crater, each imperfection fell under her gaze and she reminisced in solitude.
The solitude was broken a few moments later by the clack of her hooves against the marble tile, her form gracefully gliding toward the terrace that overlooked all of Canterlot.
She peered over the edge, down onto the city below. Eyes staring blankly, filled with memories of old.
Her moment of recollection ended a moment later, broken by her soft voice.
“Star light, star bright,
A soul that leaves tonight
Lost and void of light
Will shine bright, through the night”