My Dear Rainbow,
I had that nightmare again, the one in Canterlot, with the crowd and the alley. She was there again, as always. She yelled at me again, just like the times before. I woke up crying, same as every other time. But it was different last night, in the dream everything became more clear. Only once it cleared up had I realized how murky it was before, like not knowing what clear vision is until you put on glasses. I could see the world around me, and the indistinct flash of blue became a clear view of Dash walking past.
And then I made it to the alley. My wife started to yell, only this time I could understand some of her words. The things Rainbow yelled at me. She told me to leave, she said run, but I didn’t move. She got angry, told me I never knew when to let go. She flew off with anger.
I felt bad, as if I’d made a mistake, as if I was a disappointment. It all felt like I made a wrong choice and you were trying to tell me. But somehow I know, I’m too late, there’s no point. I wish I could just know what she wants me to do to fix this.
I’m glad I still have you though, you would never yell at me; if there was ever an issue then we would just work it out together. Together, we have all the love we could ever possibly need, as well as each other. Why did you have to die, why is this world the cruel place that it is? I guess nature needed to find a balance. One could not just have somepony as amazing as you in their life and get off scott free. There needs to be an equalizing factor, and I guess that factor would be your death.
But I must truthfully say that I don’t know who I miss more, you or my wife, it’s a tough choice, and hopefully I’ll never have to choose between you two, that may just kill. I guess that’s irrelevant since I’m dying anyways.
I love you, both of you,
Twilight