Author's Notes:

Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay on a towel in grass that exceeded the height of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I cried against an ocean of light.

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Your steps are quiet, weightless as you move to Red's home. You place your hand on the doorknob, and turn. To your surprise, the door is unlocked and cool to the touch. You push the door open.

The simple rentable home provides you no comfort, no warmth, no light as you step inside. You pause, examining where so many positive memories were made. You step inside, leaving the door open, and your eyes move to the couch. You remember your love lying in your lap, snoring gently as the last few moments of a movie played out. You simply caressed her mane and let her sleep after her rough week at the hospital.

You move forward and turn your gaze to the kitchen. You can still faintly smell the hint of pancakes in the air from only a few weeks ago to surprise her with breakfast in bed. You blink a single tear that runs down your cheek and down onto the hard floor. A dread fills inside you, knowing that at this moment, it could mean that you will never experience that again. You may never be able to have Nurse Redheart lie in your lap and just gently sleep. Now these memories tease the edges of your memory, just out of reach, reminding you of opportunities that you will never get to have. Something torn away from you without even the slightest chance of foraging your own way.

You place your suitcase on the kitchen table. Then it's decided. This is where you will go, after all of this is done. Either you'll be coming back here alone, and this can serve as your own reminder of what you've lost. Or you will come back here with Red, and make every single one of those dreams and memories come to life. In fact, you'll create new ones. You and Red will live a wonderful, uninhibited life from Fluttershy as the greatest 'Fuck you' of them all. You'll grow old together and-

A image peeks into your mind as clear as the purest crystals. You play on the floor with a small satyr girl. Half pony, Half Human. Her mane is pink and pony lower half as white as snow. You and her make exaggerated voices to accompany her dolls as you dream of dinosaurs on the moon, feasting on cakes made of cheese. Red watches on from the kitchen table, smiling and sipping a cup of coffee, smiling. But it's not an average smile. It's a smile that spells a story of contentment. Of overcoming struggle. Of fulfillment. That in that moment, she'll never ask for anything else. Because she has all she could ever want.

You place your hands on the table in order to hold yourself together. Tears fall from your eyes and drip onto the cheap wood.

You will never give her that. In fact, you may not return here at all.

You open the suitcase and unwrap the revolver. Opening the chamber, you load six bullets into the gun, then pocket the remaining bullets. You wipe the tears from your eyes and take a deep breath.

This is it. There's no going back.

You're going to kill Fluttershy, or die trying. For Red.