I wish this had never happened. Why did my friends have to go this way? Why could I not do anything to help them? I'm a princess; I should've been able to save them. And yet, here I stand looking down at their graves. I remember every little detail about them. Each and every one of their little quirks.
How could time have gone so crazy right when I was just beginning to work out my relationship with my friends while still being able to fulfill my duties as princess? I wish there was someone who could tell me. I wish I was as powerful as Celestia or Luna so that I could turn back time and prevent their demises. Especially when everything they saw in their minds was a mere result of chaos in the world and not real. If only I could have gotten to them in time. They need not have died thinking that the world was ending. Or feeling nonexistent pain and committing suicide.
It is time for me to end my own mental agony. But I don’t know how. I don’t know how to say good bye to Equestria and all the ponies still here that I know and love. Which by now is really each and every single citizen of Equestria no matter how young or how old. But most of all I’m afraid of what Celestia will do. I’m afraid I wrote the wrong thing in my letter that explains everything to her. However, none of that will really be my concern anymore. Soon I shall leave Equestria forever.
I’ve tried, I really have, and yet, I cannot get past the deaths of my five closest friends. So close I would even call them extended family. Family. What will they think?” I’d completely forgotten about them. I feel so bad, yet I can’t bring myself to draw back and continue on living. Not even for their sake. My mother and father have each other. Shiny has Cadance. They’ll get through this. I won’t.
It is time now. I am holding the bottle in my telekinesis. All I have to do is drink. Yet, I am afraid. What lies beyond the veil of death? No, that doesn’t matter. I’ll find that out. All that matters is that I carry through with this. I can. I must.
Now I’ve done it. I took that one necessary sip. My eyelids are growing heavy. Giving in, I lie down on my bed and wait for death to fully embrace me.