It was 9:00PM; my whole house stands dead silent under the moon's soft glow whilst the winds gently breeze through the misty yonder against my fortress of solitude that I call home. I had been sitting on my living room's sofa for forty-five minutes, moping. It all started not too long ago at 8:15PM today when I just discovered a yellow feather; a yellow feather my heart and mind were too familiar with, even at first I didn't know what it was. When I picked it up, a pang of shock sparked both my mind and heart simultaneously, that's when I started remembering....
Celestia, Princess Celestia.... Why didn't the spell take the blanket back, too? Why did Fluttershy's feather still remained here after the spell took its effect?
I thought back to that moment when I was sulking on my bed -- before I forgot all the memories I spent raising Fluttershy and loving her -- where I remembered holding the cherished fabric. So, what does it mean? Was it that the blanket traveled with me because I held on to it before the spell activated...?
I was so, so foolish. I am the main cause why this is happening. I couldn't just let it all go, could I?
My dear Shy, my once whole world full of happiness and joy, I remember everything now - I remember the happy moments we both shared, and I must regrettably say that I wish I hadn't. This feather I hold now -- this feather of what's left of you here -- this was the very first feather you preened back when I asked you to change the channel. You were so beautiful, now that I think of it, and you listened to me without saying a no nor a complaint because I was.... Because I was... your father.
Having to say that word was painful, knowing that I WAS her father, but now I'm just Rick Gärtners - a shallow twenty-four year old man living inside an empty house with silence as his only friend.
I sat on the couch for forty-five minutes, moping, reminiscing everything of Fluttershy. I held the bottom-end of her feather with a careful thumb and index finger while staring at it. Every single minute were grimacing; tears hadn't stopped falling from my eyes, and I had an open palm over my mouth masking the broken sobs that often escaped from time to time.
My dear Shy, I pray you won't have to see me again as I can imagine the unbearable pain you'll go through if you do. Luckily I won't have to pray for I know you won't. The only way you'll be able to remember me is if you get a glance of me and my face, and I know that'll unlikely happen for sure. Unfortunately, many people in my world acknowledge you but only because of a TV show, but I acknowledge you because I already know you and the others exist. I wish I could talk through the television screen so I could let Princess Celestia take my memories away. However, as a simple human being, I don't have the magic powers to do that. All I can do is silently watch you go spring about on your adventures with your friends. Nothing else.
So now, having to remember everything that's happened, I will have to live carrying this burden; I will have to experience years of torture of remembering you, my dear Shy.
2200127 No worries, there shall certainly be 'MOARRRRR'.
Will they meet up?
2207987 It varies. We can only wait to truly find out.
I know it sounds cheesy,but I cried a little at what he said about fluttershy.I hope that everything will be alright.
2212829 I think that's compassionate of you to feel that way. We'll have to see what'll happen next.
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dont feel ashamed I have shed many a manly tear during the reading of this fiction