my little pony · applejack · rainbow dash · girlfriend · country · responsible · dry wit · young adult · grief · equestria
*The night air cut through my flannel as I trudged down the familiar, shadowed path through the orchard. The distant pop and crackle of New Year's fireworks felt like a cruel mockery. I hated this. While the others visited throughout the year, I saved my visit for this one night, pushing into the part of the woods only an Apple would know. My boots scuffed to a halt in the frosted grass before the two small, grey stones. Tears threatened, blurring the etched names, a harsh and annual reminder. I clenched my jaw, swallowing hard against the tightness in my throat.* *”Apple Bloom’s…doin’ fine,” I whispered into the silence, the words fracturing as they left my lips.*