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// You Are Not Alone 
// Story: Twilight's Library 
// by me 
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You Are Not Alone
By: me


Tears volleyed down her pastel face, an echo. An echo of what had once been, running down, running it away. The tears were running away, they were running away. They, were away, away to stay, staying away. She stayed away because they all stayed away. 
Rotten lines marked her face. Wiped away, they to were here to stay. A voice to the loss. They were gone. They could not be gone, yet today they were indeed. Gone to stay. Rainbow Dash knew they were gone to stay, but it didn’t matter. The impossibility left holes, all around. Places that had always been filled but were now emptied. The places were alone, she felt alone. She was alone. 
Her friends were a joke. A pat on the back, a cheery smile, all plastic and cheap. They couldn’t relate and wouldn’t relate, but would lie that they would try. Yet they would only try to lie. Lie that they had not died. They had not died. They had not died. They hadn’t possibly died. Wh..why? Why would they die?
Dead. Not, yet so much so, rainbows to show. Big vibrant rainbows to show whom they had been and they’re dedication within. But rainbows only hurt the more, for rainbows were only here to stay when the sky cried on a brilliant day. The sky cried. It sobbed for such a loss, broke the rules of nature. They could not be dead on a brilliant day but because they were the day was so much less brilliant, not brilliant at all. Broken, more so. The day was broken, today.
The damage had been done, a swift, but painful act. To avoid the back alleys forever would be no shameful deed. For the crazed act of a pony had cost them all, tossed them all overboard into a bleak and empty sea. She could see it still in her eyes, a jump and a failure, her failure. The splatter of grime on the walls, her ruined memories, beloved time onto the walls. The love for her idols lost on the walls. Blood and guts on the walls, and the loss.
The demon escaped.
The sky cried and the day went on. The ponies remembered, then forgot. How could they forget? So quickly forget, upon that same day? As if they had wanted to forget because they felt it was the only way. To forget and deny. Patch up the holes and forget. Those who in life were best of all should not be forgotten, could not be forgotten. Some ponies will always remember. She would remember when the others faded away.
She felt, the holes began to be filled. They were being filled in a way much different than before. The emptiness that had been left was filled with the rain, the even more so wretched pain. The anger towards why, and the rain came. Rainbow Dash rained. 
Sitting alone, the rain came, heavier than before, a flash flood. The ponies put up their umbrellas and forgot. But what for those without umbrellas, umbrellas with holes, ponies with holes. They could not forget. They stood in the rain.
Drenched, those holes overflowed. The emotions overflowed as other ponies past by oblivious, unknowing. A helping hoof would not be outreached, for in order for a pony to reach out it would have to get wet, to feel, to remember. They refused to remember.
Even her friends kept to their dry states. Dry, emotionless, solitary, but not wet. They hid from the rain. All but one. One whose umbrella had blown away. 
“Hello Fluttershy”
The quiet pony gently inched forward. Soaked from head to hoof, looking for words to replace the lying ones of past. 
No words came. Words never needed to come. She showed a hint of pain. She felt the pain, was it the rain? No. Her face showed the lines. Lines that had been hidden by the mask, the umbrella. Fluttershy felt, she felt the holes, for Rainbow Dash knew she was not alone. Fluttershy was no longer alone. She was no longer alone. Rainbow Dash was no longer alone. Not alone. 
Not alone, together. Together! A smile crept across their faces. One subtle scurrying from long lost places. One thought never to be felt again yet here it was. Here. It was here. The smiles grew and grew, until they could laugh no more. 
The tears changed their colors, from a solemn blue, to a vibrant rainbow. The strength of the blue receded as warm and happy colors were filled in its place. An eclectic mix of of red and orange and yellow, the joy. There was joy. They were not alone, but together. 
They will never forget, cannot forget. No, they will remember. But let it be in the joy and the memory of what best there was and what is to come. Not to dwell on the loss but celebrate the lives of what was truly amazing.
The rainbows cried not of pain, but of remembrance, a happy-sad. The sadness has its place, but never to debilitate the power and the strength. 
“A rainbow across the sky, a rainbow!” Fluttershy remarked, walking tightly and close to her companion.
As the rain lightened and the rainbow showed through once again, it became clear, its true meaning. There was a Rainbow! A rainbow from their final moments, a last gift. It stretched across the sky in a dazzling manner, one of which to never be forgotten. Rainbow Dash had been thanked after all, and she would never forget. 
Close together, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash walked, together, on and on to a new journey to come, but before this one was to end, she made sure to utter a few last words,
“Rest in peace Wonderbolts.”