Two weeks. Two whole weeks had gone by since Sophia left me. I was alone again, truly. Even after the final night of the show. None of us in the cast really stayed in contact, which surprised me greatly. I barely tried to stay in contact anyway. I was just so out of it. I had especially stayed out of contact with Sophia. We spoke during the shows, but nowhere else.

I had finally found happiness again, and just like that I lost it again. I hadn't realized how long Fluttershy had been gone. It had been two whole months. Without Sophia, it hit me like a wave of ocean water. Two fucking months! Only now did it come full circle. I wanted Fluttershy to be with me again. I needed Fluttershy to be with me again.

Fluttershy was my everything, and I practically threw her away. I gave her up so easily to her friends and Princess Celestia. I should have fought for her. I should have protected her. I should have loved her. But no, I gave up. But I wasn't being selfish, I was thinking about her. She had to go back to Equestria. It's her home after all. But then again, maybe it wasn't right.

What was killing me even more was that Princess Luna hadn't visited my dreams in so long. I assumed that Celestia had caught on quickly and forbidden her sister from doing such things completely. I just kept waiting for Luna to visit me, yet all I got every night was a bad dream. I was starting to have nightmares, most of which were the same thing. In the dream, Fluttershy is being dragged away from me by Celestia, and Fluttershy's friends simply watch it all happen.

On this particular Tuesday, I woke up from such a dream. I was sweating and crying. I lazily wiped my eyes out and simply laid there. Every morning I woke up like this, I just felt like a part of me had been taken away from me. And every morning, my mind was clouded with thoughts. Suicidal thoughts.

And on one particular occasion, I almost succeeded. It was on the night of the last show. Everyone went out to celebrate, except me. I went home and cried. I found myself pulling out one of my magnum revolvers, loaded one bullet, and held the gun to my head. But I remembered my promise to Fluttershy, and the gun went back in a briefcase with its twin. I didn't touch the gun again until this particular Tuesday.

I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was almost noon. I had nothing to do, as usual, so I just sat in my bed and felt the cool air from outside flow in through the window. It helped to cool me off, but I needed a shower. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I took off my pajama pants and boxers and stepped in the shower, letting the cool water wash over me. But all I did was stand there. I rested my hands against the wall, hanging my head down to let the water flow over my back. Anything that went through my mind was something suicidal.

'There's nothing left for me.'

'I'm nothing without Fluttershy.'

'Is there really anything left for me?'

'Why am I still here?'

'Just end it all.'

And today, I truthfully felt like ending it all. Not even my promise to Fluttershy was enough to stop it. But I decided that I should at least die after one last breakfast. I finished my shower, got dressed, and had a simple bowl of cereal. After that, I got the same revolver out as last time. That same bullet was still loaded. And there was one more thing I needed to do.

I walked over to my new piano that I had purchased in the past month, put my magnum down on top, turned on a recording of the song "Hymn for the Missing" by Red, and played along with the recording. And as soon as the lyrics started, I felt tears running down my cheeks.

The thing was that every line of lyrics matched up with what was happening in my life.

"Tried to walk together, but the night was growing dark," I sang. Thoughts were swimming through my head about how I was so lonely without Fluttershy. "Thought you were beside me, but I reached and you were gone," I continued. I kept playing and singing, as tears continued to flow down my face. However, during the song, there are moments where a female voice sings out like an angel. During the first one though, it sounded much more realistic. But, I payed no mind, and continued on.

"Where are you now? Are you lost? Will I find you again?" I sang. More tears. "Are you alone? Are you afraid? Are you searching for me?". I wondered if she was doing or felt all of these things. I was just too saddened, but I kept singing. The second time the angelic singing came in after the second verse, it sounded louder than usual. I still paid no mind to it. I was just too heartbroken. But during the second chorus, the angelic singing accompanies the chorus, and it sounded so clear to me. I listened to it intently as I sang my own part.

And as the chorus came to an end, I simply played the piano and cried. I looked to my gun. Now was the time to do it. I stopped playing the piano, picked up the gun, and cocked it. But just as I did, that angelic voice started singing again. I couldn't help but cry like a child for a moment, looking at the gun all the while. But during that moment, there came a part in the song where the male part sings along with the female part. So, I did just that. I sang the male voice part. And as my part came to an end, I realized why the angelic singing sounded so much more realistic.

I looked over to my left, and there, right in front of me was Fluttershy. She was singing the whole time, and even as I stared at her with tear-filled eyes, she continued to sing. I put the gun down and went down on my knees in front of her. I didn't care if I was hallucinating or dreaming. All I needed to know was that Fluttershy was standing right in front of me, in my apartment, in my world.

As the song ended, I slowly moved my hand to stroke her mane. It felt so smooth, and looked just as beautiful. It was just like how I used to stroke her mane when we were together. And finally, I spoke.

"Is it really you?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yes. I'm here Matthew. I'm here, and I love you. I never stopped, not even for a moment," she said. I now realized that she had been crying too. I don't know how long she was watching me, but I didn't care. Fluttershy was with me again. I couldn't believe it. So much so that I felt myself fading away. I fell to the floor and started to close my eyes.

"Matthew!" Fluttershy called out.

"Don't worry Fluttershy. We'll be waiting for him," another voice said. I recognized this voice. It was a voice I hadn't heard in a long time. It was Princess Luna. Just before I passed out, I saw her standing next to Fluttershy. And not just her, but Princess Celestia as well. And as I faded out, a smiled crept its way upon my face. Fluttershy would be waiting for me until I woke up. We were finally going to be together again. Finally. It would be Fluttershy and me once again.

Author's Notes:

Go me! I wrote this on my tablet while stuck in the Dominican Republic! Ima boss!

We're nearing the end now my friends. If you know me, you can expect a happy ending. And with what I have in mind, it's gonna be a good one.

Also, to avoid copyright crap, "Hymn for the Missing" was made by and is owned by the band Red. I take no credit for it. Hopefully that should save my ass from some trouble.