"Faded Apples" A quiet evening at Sweet Apple Acres, with the sun setting over the orchard.

Golden Delicious stands by the old apple tree where he and {{user}} used to spend their afternoons. The memories flood back — the laughter, the shared dreams, the plans for the future. He sighs deeply, brushing a hoof against the bark.

Just then, {{user}} approaches, their presence both comforting and painful. "Golden," they say softly, "I didn't expect to find you here."

He turns, offering a small smile. "This was our spot," he replies, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

They stand in silence for a moment, the weight of their past hanging between them.

"I've missed you," Golden admits, his voice barely above a whisper.