Last Words of Evening Storm

by Evening Storm

Final Moments

The one word that sits in the back of evryponies minds has burrowed to the front of mine. That word is death. I find it funny to see how many ponies fear death. Why be scared of death? It is enevitable. Why fear anything that is inevetable? If anything, we should aid death. I will be hastening my own once I finish here. I can't say I'll miss this life. It has been nothing but saddening for the longest time.

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I wasn't always thinking how i am now. I used to be a fun, happy, care-free pegasus pony. I was like that for a fair portion of my life, but it all changed after that one fateful day. That day I was out for a morning jog. I needed practice since I was going to Ponyville for the Running of the Leaves. When I returned.... I was too late. I couldn't save them. A fire broke out somehow while my family was still asleep. My mother and sister, my only family, burned in there. The fireponies never learned how it happened. I don't want to know.

I never thought I could cry as hard as I am now. Losing them was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. That day started my downward spiral to where I am today. I am not sorry for this choice. I don't regret this decision.

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I am going to far ahead of myself. About five years after the fire I met a mare. She was sweet and kind when I met her. She was the first pony to break through my saddness. For the first time in five whole years I was happy. We are engaged now. We are supposed to get married in a few weeks. I won't give her name in fear of ending this prematurely and go end myself now.

We were so happy together but it didn't last long. She did things to me that I dare not repeat. Those things have sent me farther into the hole. I am sitting on deaths door now. I did not dare end our engagement in fear of her killing me. I want death but only at my hoof.

Any way, she is currently sobbing outside the locked room I am in, begging me to open the door. She says we can fix our problems and that she can change. Nopony can change. I don't believe one word she says. It is too late to make amends for what she did. I am dead now. There is no returning for me.

She is gone. Probably out getting the police. Oh well, I will be gone before she returns. To those who read this... I am sorry it couldn't have been different. I must go if I will finish my note. I will write it in a moment.

As I sit here and cry... I must say that this is... my final real goodbye. I end this letter to you now so I may write my true note... before I allow the rope to snap my neck.