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// I'm Sorry 
// Story: To my best friend, 
// by Armalite 
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	Rainbow, if you're reading this, then I'm plucking dead.  Somehow, that old bitch, Death, caught up to me.  Listen... I know I didn't really leave on the best of terms... but... just hear read me out.  
Do you remember back when we met at Flight Camp?  Damn, those were some good times, eh?  Me and you, Gilda and Dash against the world.  That was some shit, wasn't it?  Remember when we first met?  That plothole Hoops kept making fun of me for being a griffin, and you swooped in and bucked him in the snout?  We both got detention for a whole week for that.  And 'course the whole time all we did was throw paper balls at each other when the instructor wasn't looking.  You always stood up for the little guys, Dash.  I think that's why everyone there loved you so much.  You were always helping the weaker ones out.  And there I was, snickering beside you.  
Sometimes I reminece  reminise  think back to those days.  How you always stood up for me when I needed help.  I always tried to be there for you too, you know.  I'm sorry if I ever wasn't.  I'm sorry I'm... not there now.  I've never really told you how much I love you, you were my best friend, Dash.  You stuck with me, even when I was being a bitch.  I know what happened back in Ponyville hurt you.  It hurt me too.  A lot.  I never wanted that to happen, I just wanted things to go back to the way they were.  
Like that time me and you got lost in the Everfree, remember?  Kind of hard to forget.  We almost died out there, Dash.  Which is funny considering  Two days, we were out there, just wandering around looking for the adults.  And every time one of us would start getting down, the other would pick them up.  I remember, you were so tired from trying to fly out, I had to carry you on my back.  Shit, we were probably just wandering around in circles.  But you and me, we stuck through it together.  And I tell you what, seeing that instructor hovering over us with that torch was the most beutiful beautiful thing I'd ever seen.  I remember looking over at you and you said, "We made it Gilds.  We made it."  And I didn't tell you at the time, but I wanted to cry.  I wanted to just sit there and hold you and cry.  
We've been through so much, the two of us.  How the pluck did we let this happen?  I want to apaligize  say I'm sorry, but... I'm scar such a plucking bitch, Dash.  Even after everything we've been through, I can't even bring myself to say I'm sorry.  But I am.  I'm 90% chicken, and I probably won't tell you this to your face, but I'm so sorry.  Not just for Ponyville, but for everything.  
That time we were goofing off in class, and the instructor told us to be quiet, and you listened.  But I didn't.  You kept trying to ignore me, but I just kept whispering your name.  "Dash, Dash, hey Dash."  And sure enough, the plucking teacher called us out.  But do you know what I remember most about that?  I remember you telling him, "It wasn't Gilda, sir... it was me."  And you got detention for that.  The next day, we were right back at it like nothing had happened.  But Dash, I felt bad.  I really did.  You didn't have to stand up for me, but you did.  
I don't know how you can do it, Dash.  You're always the hero, and I'm always the girl that gets you in trouble, and messes everything up.  And yet, you stuck with me throughout it all. 
Remember on Hearths Warming eve, when you found me hiding behind the barracks?  I didn't want anyone to see my crying, but you did.  And instead of laughing, you sat down next to me and asked me what was wrong.  I told you how my family never gave a pluck about me, how they just sent me off to get me out of the house for a few months.  And Dash, what you did next still almost brings me to tears.  You invited me to your house.  
Your parents were skeptical at first, but you told them I was, "The awesomest griffin," you knew.  We had a feast that night, one of the best meals I've ever had to this date.  When it was time to open presents, you said you were sorry that you didn't have one for me.  I told you it was okay, but I didn't tell you why.  You sitting next to me behind that dirty barracks that day, was one of the best Hearths Warming presents I have ever gotten.  The two of us sitting back there freezing our asses off, I think that was the only time you'd ever seen me cry.  By the way, your family is plucking awesome.  Don't let anything get between you all.
And then, it was all over.  Flight Camp ended, and we said our goodbyes.  We had one last race together, looping through the buildings so fast that I'm surprised we didn't die that day.  Then, your family came to pick you up.  I holding back my tears and telling you, "I'll fly by soon," and you told me you were looking forward to it.  Your family said goodbye to me, and thanked me for looking after you, what a laugh.  Then, my family came.  And I went home.  
After Flight Camp, everything was so boring.  Life went back to normal for me, and I'd forgotten how much I'd hated it.  No more races against you, no more goofing off, no more talking to others like they were friends.  It was all just work out, and beat the clock, and beat up this guy, and that girl.  And then came the disappointment if I failed to do so.  Putting up with the same shit, just waiting until I could meet back up with you and put all that shit behind me.  And as soon as I turned 18, I dumped all that disappointment, and left.  
I went to Cloudsdale, and talked to your family.  They were just as kind as they were back then.  They told me that you'd moved to Ponyville.  So, I flew there as soon as possible.  And then, well, yeah.  
Dash, should I die before I work up the courage to tell you face to face, I'm sorry.  I know I've said it a lot in this, but I really am.  I know I put you in a rough place, but I never meant for it to go that far.  Tell your friends I'm sorry, too.  Especially the pink one.  I know she didn't mean much from it, but... I'd spent the best times of my life with you.  And seeing someone else just come along and take that from me... I don't know, I guess I just snapped.  A lot.  
I should probably wrap this up before it gets too sappy.  Just remember, Dash.  I love you.  Don't ever forget that.  You were are my best friend.  I'm just sorry I couldn't be... well... good enough.  Your new friends are alright, stick with them, and I'm sure you'll go places.

Your friend,
Gilda