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// 23rd, Ten Months After Death 
// Story: Letters From the Path of Loss 
// by Tavi n Scratch 
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	My love,

I don’t want to die.

I’ve honestly never been more scared in my entire life. Throughout history, ponies have researched the afterlife; trying to find out what it’s like, how it works, but most importantly, does it exist. None of them ever had any definitive answers. I don’t know what happens next, and the unknown terrifies me.

I’m back at the hospital, soaking in the smell of sickness and death, the cold white that surrounds me, the idea that I’ve come here to die. I’ve checked into this place as a pony, I’ll check out as a cadaver. I don’t want this life to end, but I want it to be over. I want to be with you.

I wish now more than ever that you were able to reply to my letters. I wish you could tell me that it’s great where you are, that the only thing missing is us being together, tell me that I’ll be happy forever, that I won’t be hurting. Tell me you love me. 


Tell me it will be alright.

Twilight