Applejack is gone and she misses her. She misses the way things used to be. What does a pony do when there is nothing left for her? Fate can be a pleasant coincidence or it can be a cruel burden. As she ponders over the world around her, she takes one final moment to remember what she had... who she used to be. She is not that mare any longer. She is simply ready to go.
(A/N: This story was not planned. It was the result of me listening to some sad violin music. So I thought about the premise, chose my main character, opened up a text doc, and just started writing what came to mind.)