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This is a bio. Fear me. Also, ponies. That is all.


Applebloom and Applejack were not only good sisters but were best friends. They are very nearly inseperable and do almost everything together. But when Something happens to Applejack... something terrible; how does Applebloom cope?

This story was read on youtube: "I Love You Applejack"
(Author's Notes: This was just a little sideproject that I decided to do, out of complete boredom. If it's not too much trouble, could you leave a comment below, telling me how you felt about this? Thanks!)

Chapters (2)
Comments ( 43 )

My feels!
That really was beautiful

3018411 Yeah, my grandmother has recently passed away from cancer of the lung and I wanted to write something in her honor. I put my heart and soul into this one. :pinkiesmile:

*brohoof* i'm barely able to see what im ryping theougj my tears so I'm sorry is their are some spelling mistakes. I love you. Not like thAt but as a writer. My mom recently died from lung cancer so I'm so aorry. For you.

3018658 I feel for you. As one person to another, I bid you all the happiness in the world and may your mother rest in peace. Just by that one comment you made, I know she's proud of ya. :pinkiesmile:

ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow :fluttershbad: they hurt the feel hurt soo bad!! :raritycry:

3018827 You read "Through The Eyes of Innocence" right? I had a qestion to ask if you did. Because I think I remember you favoriting it.

3018831 yes i did. I love that story :pinkiehappy:

3018850Which is more tear-jerking/better? This one or that one?

3018854 I dont know yet... honestly i can't choose they both tugged at my feels.. ill have a better answer when through the eyes of innocence is done. :twilightsmile:

3018881 I am looking forward to reading more of your awesome stories!!

Right in the feels... :fluttercry: Great fic.
Life is unpredictable, and death can happen in the blink of an eye. Someone you expect to always be there could be gone tomorrow. This did an excellent job of pointing that out.

I couldn't help but notice a couple of grammar issues along the story, making it a bit awkward to read. I'm no expert at this sort of thing, so there's the possibility that I can be wrong.
Anyways, your way of writing isn't the important aspect right here. It's the impact of the story and the feels transmitted to the reader.

I envied Apple Bloom in the story, you know... and before you get the wrong idea of me, let me explain.

My grandpa was a victim of the so-dreaded cancer. The damn tumor grew in a weird part of the body that I'm not certain how it is said in English. By the time the doctors noticed it, they knew it was too late for a full recovery. And when the midnight of February the 15 came... he was gone.
I loved him, even more than my parents. He played nonstop with me when I was a little brat, and made me laugh in so many silly ways I don't even know where to begin with.
I was young back then, but I was well-known of the severeness of his condition. Every time I visited him... I felt like I just wanted to curl up in a corner and cry. He was suffering. Someone kind-hearted as my grandpa never deserved that kind of pain. Those endless months he struggled to fight back the disease were just unspeakable... I wanted for him to finally rest in peace, but I didn't want him to leave me either.

I still remember the last time I saw him. It was the last Xmas (or Christmas) we'd ever spend together.
My grandfather was lying on his couch, his body no longer had the strength to move. The whole family was there, watching.
And he called me. I couldn't understand much of what he said, he was starting to lose the ability to talk, eat, pretty much everything. But I knew he called me.
So I obliged. I knelt by his side, and his hand took mine. The minutes I spent staring at my grandpa's closed eyes while holding his hand felt like an eternity. And with every second that passed, the need to burst out crying grew stronger. When I finally couldn't hold it anymore, watching my own grandpa slowly dying in front of me, I tried to let go. But his grip was far too strong for me to break free. It was like he was screaming at me "Grandson, don't leave me!"

I can't remember what happened next exactly. When I came to, I was crying nonstop like a little girl in my bedroom.

So winter break finished, and I had to return to my hometown for school. The days went by without news of my grandpa.
Then the morning of February the 15th, my father entered to my room and told me that my grandpa had finally passed away in the midnight.

That brings me to my point. I envy Apple Bloom because she was with Applejack in her last seconds of life. She got to hear the last words from her big sister. When in my case, I was far away in another city... exactly the opposite of what my grandpa desired the most in that Xmas night...

Gosh, why am I still writing this!? I am terribly sorry for this long comment. I know this isn't the place to share these sort of things. It's just... this story of yours really struck me. I was oblivious that I was writing purely driven by sentiments. And I shed tears all the way through. Overall, a very good fic dude :pinkiehappy:

If you wish, you may delete this comment.

3020464>>3021106 I wrote this because I felt that it was the right thing to do. It pointed out that death can occur around every turn. But, it is never the end. Their memeory is preserved inside of the people that loved em'. This may seem quite... what's the word? Mushy? I don't know. I had the decision wether or not to go and spend my last moments with my grandmother but I chose not to. I remembered her for the amazing and kind person that she was and still is. I didn't want to kill that image off. Her body was frail and I wanted to remember her for who she was before. She hasn't changed but it would have been too hard for me. We may not have seen each other as often as I had hoped but, in the end, I knew that wherever she was, she was happy. I'm not religious, at all. In fact, I'm quite the opposite. Science is my friend. But I cannot disgard the fact that there is something more out there. And no, Aztec Warden, I would never delete your comment. Not in a million years. Because when you talk about these things, it gets easier. Do you feel better Aztec? God, I feel less like a man now... Damnit, but I don't care. Too mushy... but... yeah. <-<

Sort of... :unsuresweetie: I was only 11 years old when that happened and deeply hurt. It took me years to finally... shall we say, take another step in my mourning state. I'm not a religious person either, but I do believe in the afterlife and reincarnation. So I keep telling myself that it wasn't a farewell, just a 'see you later'.

To be honest, I still haven't recovered entirely from his demise. But your story lent me a helping hand in doing so :twilightsmile:

3022510 Thanks for the favorite!

R.I.P Applejack. :applecry:

Why must the good die young?! :raritycry:


Same thing happened to me. It was almost a year ago...

Yeah, no. Sorry, but you just have no lead up to this. "Suddenly a huge tumor - Applejack dies."

Considering its location, it would have been more plausible to have her begin weakening over time, due to the strain to her heart instead of just packing it in all at once.

3022652 She's stubborn and never wanted to show weaknesses. Sometimes, the worst isn't what you expect but you don't expect. THAT'S what I was driving at. But thanks for the constructive criticism! :pinkiehappy:


Yes, but you never give the impression that she had a weakness to hide - even if she's keeping others from seeing it, you should give the reader the knowlege.

"I'm tirin' out quicker every day. Ain't right, but I don't wanna worry the family none; I'll just wave it off as a hard day's work."

"Now I know I shoulda been able to buck more trees than that, an' my heart is racin' somethin' feirce. Think I may be comin' down with somethin'. Well, I ain't gonna let that bother me none - fields need clearin..."

I'm sorry to hear that. It's never easy to deal with these sort of things. In my case, it helps me to talk about it like the way I did in my other super-long comment. Although it wasn't exactly intentional. But I learned that time itself is best healer among all.
I hope I can live long enough to witness humanity develop a cure for this dreaded disease.

3022753 Yeah, I know what you're talking about. :twilightsmile:


Applejack hadn't been feeling the best the entire week but she was as stubborn as a mule and refused to be checked.

Huh... :applejackunsure:


Yes, but how had she felt bad? What had it felt like? It would have been better to ease the reader into understanding that she was sick and getting sicker by the day. Perhaps giving subtle clues - stumbling for no reason, a shortness of breath after exerting herself, small things like that.

3023408 The POV was based on Applebloom alone. And the only way for the reader to know was to change the POV or if Applejack told Applebloom. I just didn't see either of the two happening.

it seems today is "break a niggas heart day" on fimfiction. first "A Goddess' sorrow" and now this?

3024967Yes. TAKE ALL MY FEELS.

3024972 your FEELS are like bullets; there tearin my body apart :raritycry:

Changed it up a bit. I'm a little lazy so not a lot was changed. But enough where a little more can be understood.

For every breath we take, a life gets taken one way or another. But it's when you become stronger that you know they are proud of you, no matter what.. No matter how grim things get, look to the sky and know they are proud...
I cried reading that..
FEELS BURN!!! :fluttershbad:

3057471 Thanks for the comment! Don't know what to say here so... yeah. Thanks! :pinkiehappy::unsuresweetie:

my feels! why you no activate shields?


The feels! :fluttercry:
I won't cry..:raritycry:
I'm crying right now:twilightblush:

:fluttercry: Why u make me cry... I don't want to cry! :raritydespair:

3767685 Glad you liked the story. :twilightblush:
Don't cry... :fluttercry:

KIDDING... cry. :rainbowdetermined2:

I CRY WHEN I WANT TO CRY!:flutterrage:

oh god :applecry: i can't imagine my life without my big sis :raritycry::raritycry::raritycry:

I gotta say, I've quite enjoyed this story. Short but sweet.

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