She was alone. And it wasn’t even her fault.

Sassaflash groaned and closed her eyes as she lay in her bed, thoughts circling in her head.

“That stupid Octavia,” she spat. “Why can’t she just leave us alone? All I want is Vinyl.”

For the past few days, everything had gone downhill. From the day in the restaurant to just two hours ago.

“Stupid Neon Lights. I just want my job back and he says he doesn’t need me anymore and that Vinyl found a good replacement. Ha! She’ll never find anypony as good as I am,” she said silently to herself, not sure who she was trying to convince.

“Sassaflash?”

“What?” she snapped to the voice at the door and opened her eyes, just to find Cloud Kicker standing there.

“Can we talk?”

“Why?” Sassaflash asked.

Cloud Kicker sighed. “Because you’re not acting like yourself lately.”

“What do you want, Cloud?”

“Did you ever think about this?” You’re not thinking straight anymore,” came the soft reply as Cloud Kicker walked towards the bed. “All you think about is Vinyl and how to get her back. It’s not going to work.”

“And why is that?” Sassaflash glared at her.

“I’ve seen the look in her eyes, how Vinyl looks at this Octavia. It’s the same look you have. Don’t kill yourself on a hopeless task, Sassa.”

“It’s not hopeless.”

“Not?” Cloud Kicker snorted before her voice raised. “You lost your job, got kicked out of a restaurant, been held by the royal guards, and you want to tell me that it’s not hopeless? Have you lost the rest of your mind?!”

Sassaflash just turned her head, staying silent.

“Argh, fine! Do what you want! Die for Vinyl, but I’m not helping you. Here’s the mail from your box, bye.”

The turquoise mare didn’t even look to see if Cloud Kicker was really gone. She just waited or a few minutes in silence before growling and struggling to her hooves. On her small nightstand was indeed a stack of letters. Going over them she found various rejections to jobs she had applied for, but she was more focused on the bright green envelope at the bottom of the stack.

There were only two things written on it. First, her name. And on the backside a quick plead to open it, signed by ‘a friend’. No stamp, nothing.

Not knowing what else to do, she opened the letter and began to read.

Miss Sassaflash,

Thank you for reading this letter and trusting that I am indeed a friend.
Let me get straight to the point. We both have the same problem, and we want it to be solved.
You may know a certain Vinyl Scratch, a white unicorn with unique blue mane. She has just recently taken a liking to a mare that I want back at my side, Octavia Philharmonica.
I have the resources and you the will to get what we want.
If you are interested, please meet one of my most trusted employees today at sunset in the park opposite the marketplace.

A friend

Sassaflash raised an eyebrow. This stallion or mare had some good contacts if they knew her and Vinyl. She just wondered what Octavia had to do with this, but she would find out.

She knew what she had to do.

“Nearly sunset. If it brings Vinyl back, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,” Sassaflash said, grinning before laughing loudly. “I told you it’s not over, Vi.”

This is not the end.

Author's Notes:

Whooo what a ride!
This is the end for now, but I'm not done with them.
There will be a sequel, just not in the next months.
Thanks to everypony for sticking with me through this