Here I stand in the bleak of the night, the icy hallway shivers my soul and fills my heart with fright. I hide away the urge to cry, placing my hoof upon her door to say goodbye.

It was all my fault I had broken a bond I held dear, out of fear that I would rob her of her precious little life. After all these years protecting her from the shadows in the abyss, I had become what she feared most.

A monster.

Marble.

Can you hear me beyond that closed door?

Those words I spoke…

I know they were poor.

My soul hurt from deep in the core.

I place a hoof on her door, the warmth of life gone from inside. The frame it burns with ice and sorrow, I pull my hoof back but it is too late.

I am already burned.

Marble.

I’m sorry for my ways.

I just feel the weight of the passing days.

I looked to you and I could see.

A broken youth.

Much like me.

I wanted to allow you to leave and fly.

The only way I was able.

Was to make you cry.

I whisper beyond the door, my pathetic plea for mercy. I speak like I had no choice but deep inside I know it is a lie, I chose the easy way out of this hellish path. I could’ve stood up and fought “Him” but instead I was weak, I attacked my heart and broke the love I seek.

Marble.

Pinkie loves you at her side.

Be happy when you see her.

Know it is you.

Who gives her pride.

You deserve to know what play is.

The joy of being free.

Is my gift to thee.

I slide down her frozen door, my icy breath wafting high into the air above me. I might have shattered my own heart, but that doesn’t mean I can’t mend it. It is true what they say, if you love it dear, allow it to fade away.

Marble.

Ponies think you are meek.

But your eyes speak volumes.

It is freedom you seek.

You wish to see the world.

To find your place.

To show a certain stallion perhaps?

Your intelligence and grace.

To let him see.

What it is I see.

Beauty.

Strength.

Sweet.

I slowly bring myself back to my hooves, wiping away the tears from my eyes and cracking a weak smile. My burden to carry in my life, to walk alone and take the strife. I slowly place a tender kiss upon her door, whispering one last confession I pray will reach her ears.

I speak from the heart, fighting back tears.

Marble.

What I see is my little sister.

A tiny little pony.

Whose hooves I wish not to blister.

As I said.

When I look to you.

What I see.

Is a pony filled with hopes and dreams.

I want you to promise.

This one thing to thee.

Fight!

Live!

Love!

As I said…

When I look to you.

What I see.

Is a shadow.

Of what used to be me…