Dear Rainbow,
I’m not feeling great, and it turns out I’m pretty sick. I woke up the other morning with a terrible migraine, and I could tell something was off. My memories off you kinda blurred together into a mess of everything that I remember of you. Whenever I thought of you my head was filled with immense pain. I went to the doctor and they ran all the tests. You may want to sit down, this next part is a bit heavy.
In the mind of a unicorn, the part that creates magic is intertwined with the part that regulates love, thus explaining the magic of friendship. Well when you died it would seem that a bit of the part of my brain that controls love shutdown to cope with the loss. Well now that piece has touched with the magical section. The doctors say they have never seen anything like this and are unsure how to proceed with it, but for now they’d like to monitor me.
Dash, I’m scared, I need you, I need you to tell me to be brave and to toughen up. I need some of that right now. I’m afraid I’ll lose my memories, that I’ll forget everything you were and still are to me. I am not able to bear the thought of not being able to remember Rainbow Dash, the love of my life. They said that is a possibility, memory loss. Oh how I hope that is not the case.
I’m writing this from the hospital bed, and even though I love writing to you it is hurting my head. It hurts to remember, but it would hurt so much more to forget. I’ve always hated hospitals, they always feel so dark and cold. The machinery slowly ticking away time. The white tile floor and the comfortable beds that are impossible to be comfortable in. The entire place is so sterile, devoid of life and happiness and hope.
This is a place where the young and the beautiful and the loved ones die young. Where life is just not fair. Where I lost the one closest to me.
My head just hurts too much now, I’ll write to you later.
With love,
Twi