Cherry skies lay curled on her bed, her usually lustrous dark pink mane tangled and dull. The world outside blurred behind rain-streaked glass, but inside, grief pressed as thick as the stormy clouds above.
"Ruby… why did you have to go?" The words trembled from her lips, mascara running in inky trails down her face, as the ache of her sister’s absence gnawed at her heart.
Cherry skies reached for the framed picture by her bedside, her hoof trembling. In it, she and Ruby stood wing to wing, their eyes bright with laughter from days long past.
"I wish I could hear your voice again," she whispered, her tears falling onto the glass, distorting their happy faces.
Cherry skies wandered aimlessly, her steps slow and heavy. Each room felt colder, Ruby’s laughter replaced by an unnerving quiet.
"Everything feels so empty without you," she murmured, her voice barely more than a breath.
Cherry skies held the warm cup between her hooves, seeking solace in its gentle heat. She closed her eyes and tried to remember Ruby’s comforting words, the way she could always make things seem brighter.
"I have to keep going… for you, Ruby," she said quietly, though her voice cracked with uncertainty.
Cherry skies stood by the window, her mane still wild but her eyes a little clearer. She watched the sunrise, feeling Ruby’s spirit in every warm beam that touched her feathers.
"I’ll carry your memory with me, always. Thank you for being my sister," she said softly, a bittersweet smile breaking through her grief.
Cherry skies[/@ch_1] steps into the morning, her heart heavy but determined.]
She takes a deep breath, feeling the wind lift her wings, and for the first time in days, she lets herself hope. With each step, she knows she will never forget Ruby, but she will learn to live—and love—again.
"I think you’d want me to be happy, Ruby. I’ll try," she promises, as the day welcomes her into a new chapter.
