She felt horrible.

Heart-wrenchingly, stomach-twistingly, guilt-filled horrible.

Sweetie Belle didn't mean for this to happen. She didn't know that the cart was

barreling down the hill just as Scootaloo went to retrieve their ball. She still

couldn't believe it. But now she was at a funeral. Her best friend's funeral.

Apple Bloom had tried to calm her down with cries of "it's okay Sweetie Belle, you

didn't mean it," and "I know she's gone, but she's still in our hearts." Sweetie

Belle wouldn't take it. The small white filly sobbed, and gasped out "we're not the

cutie mark crusaders without her." Everyone went silent as the casket was opened.

Their best friend was right there, but somehow she seemed colorless, they couldn't

believe it was her.

Sweetie Belle all but fainted when she saw the lifeless body of the small orange

pegasus. Apple Bloom stayed strong, like a true work horse. Another series of sobs

escaped Sweetie's small frame, and Apple Bloom calmingly put a hoof on her shoulder.

"Look, Sweetie. I know you're upset, but Scoots wouldn't want us to bawl and sob and

carry on about this. She'd want us to be the cutie mark crusaders."

"I-i guess you're right." Sweetie Belle knew what she had to do. "I would like to

say a few words about Scootaloo." The crowd gasped when they realized the most upset

pony at the funeral was speaking up.

"Alright then Miss Sweetie Belle, step up to the podium." The kind mare from the

funeral home gave a caring smile to the filly, and stepped down from her spot to

allow her access.

"Ahem, um, well, Scootaloo was the bravest pony I knew. She wasn't afraid of

ziplining off a tree, much less dying." Sweetie Belle's voice was breaking. "A-and,

I am so, so, so sorry I killed you Scootaloo!" Sweetie Belle started sobbing again,

and Rarity levitated her off the podium, and into her arms.

"Shh, shh. There there, Sweetie. Do you want to go home?" Rarity lulled her sister,

within seconds she was calming down.

Though it pained Sweetie to say it, she muttered "take me home Rarity. Please?"

On the way home Rarity heard her sister mumbling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," all the way

back.

Sweetie Belle died soon after of anxiety. Her last words were "I'm so, so sorry."