I told you before that I was gone. Please, if you cannot bear to watch the conclusion to my tale, imagine that it ended there, that Blueblood and I were to be in love forever.
But in truth, it was not to be. For I did not come through the Gala unscathed. He was not told, but Blueblood guessed. The doctor had found that the damage was not from the trampling.
No, indeed I had a wasting disease. The doctor tried, but all he could do was slow it down and numb the pain. For it attacked the nerves, he said. I would eventually be unable to move, to play, to eat, and finally, at the end, to breath. My nerves would die off completely, he said, in less than a year from the Gala.
I hid it from Blueblood as best I could, but he knew something was wrong. He tried not to show it, but the worried looks when he gazed at me were unhide-able. I grew unable to feed myself, but I could still walk. With difficulty, for my legs were growing numb, but it was possible.
My last performance was at another of the upper class' parties. I told Blueblood, my love, my song, to wait for me. I would be back, I said, sooner than he could think.
I went out and played. I wasn't as capable as I usually was, my hooves still numb. But it passed, and I was able to leave, when a new group, among whom were the two ponies who had forced the Gala to a close, appeared at the party. I left as quickly as I could. Blueblood was waiting for me, in the Gala hall. I tried to run, and fell. He rushed to me. I couldn't move. I spoke to him "I'll be alright. Just need to see the doctor." The brave smile on his face could not mask the tears of fear in his eyes. I remember. He was the only one who paid attention to the mare who was not worth a bit.
He lifted me up, his horn straining as he did so. Like most of the unicorns, he didn't use his magic for things his body could do. It was a long trip, but he kept me stable. Even when he stumbled, I moved not an inch. He took me to the hospital, and lay me on a bed. He sat on the ground, exhausted. His eyes flickered, then he stood up again. "Doctor!" he called. "Doctor!"
A doctor came in. He saw me first, and ran to me. By then I was known by sight to all the ponies at the hospital. He looked at me, a sorrowful no in his eyes. And I sighed. It was to pass, then. I could not change a bit, and turning to Blueblood, I would not want to. I didn't have to be worth a bit.
He sat by my side those seven days, as my lungs eventually ceased to work. He watched me as I breathed my last, hot tears flowing down his eyes. And when I died, he screamed. "No! 'Tavi, you can't leave me like this! Please! I'll do anything! Help her!" The doctor at my side shook his head slowly. Blueblood collapsed, his head on my body, and cried.
The orderlies came in to remove my body for burial. But he stopped them, and carried it himself. He collapsed once, and rose back up, never letting me drop. He collapsed a second time, and my body shook. As he reached the door to the hospital, he collapsed a third time, and my body dropped.
It dropped, only to be caught by another. Celestia was there, her eyes red from the tears she had recently shed. Together, they carried my body away.
It's a strange thing, to be dead. They say there is eternal reward after, but I didn't care. I stayed by him all his life. As he lay in his room and refused to leave, inconsolable after my death. As he gradually grew stronger, and his emotions started to return. As he finally flung open his room, a small mark on his head. The Treble Clef. My cutie mark. He never let it fade.
I watched him as he grew old, as his eyes grew dim and he began to remember only his past.
He took to one memory, the first time he heard my music.
"Such finesse. Such beauty. How her works astound me. If I live forever I will never love a mare as I do her."
Then, as the passage of time came, he died too. He was buried, as were his wishes, next to me, in an unmarked grave. His spirit rose up, as mine did.
"'Tavi? You...you waited for me." he said. "Let us enter the paradise together, my love." I replied.
I can only repeat what I said before.
Please, don't mourn for me. I am gone, the troubles of the world can no longer harm me. Mourn for those still struggling, those who don't have the strength to end it, those who have failed already.
Mourn for the lost children of Equestria. For those who are not worth a bit.