Two days passed before I saw that schmuck’s face again. For one reason or another, Atmosphere’s execution had been made a public affair to be carried out in Ponyville Cemetery. There was a sizable gathering to watch. The gallows were erected earlier that morning… I was there to see it… However, the execution was not what brought me to the dreary place. Sure, I hated Atmosphere and wanted nothing less to befall him than death, but my mind had turned to those that had already fallen. I stood before Pinkamena’s headstone, admiring the large number of flowers that had been laid there. Roses, orchids, tulips, daisies, and even a few sunflowers were set up, decorating the stone. The vibrant colors brought a very out-of-place feeling of comfort in a place like this… I stayed silent for several minutes, allowing my mind to wander back to that day in Sugar Cube Corner. The residual fear that lingered heavily in my mind began painting my face with darkness. A passer-by stopped and asked me if I was alright. I merely nodded, never breaking my gaze with the grey stone.

“You were a good friend, Pinkie… I’m sorry about what happened… But you left me no choice.”
To the right of Pinkie’s stone was Rarity.

“You… You were…”
Words failed me for the first time in many years. The incident with Rarity should have never occurred… I began racking my brain for answers, but nothing came. Why did Rarity go mad? She had no reason to… Then again, neither did Pinkamena…
At last, Dash came. The dirt was heavily tracked and just like Pinkamena’s, done up with several rolls and bushels of various flora.

“You…. I don’t even know what to say to you… You were my friend. Just like the other two… But you were special to me… Given enough time, I’m sure I could have fallen for you. I would say I’m sorry, but you… Left me no choice… Just like them…”
I could feel myself choking up. It hurt… I was staring three of my best friends in the face, but they couldn’t see me… And it was all my fault…

“Requiem in pace…” I prayed aloud in Latin, dropping my lone wolfbane into the floral mix.
It struck me how thick my words came out. In my own ears it sounded as though I was choking on molasses. A pathetic sound.Yet… I couldn’t stop myself… I missed them… Their smiles… Their laughter… Their companionship… Gone…

If you’re going to cry, now’s the time to do it. Nopony’s looking… I thought.
As the dead man fell, honest tears escaped me for the first time…