Author's Notes:

We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing to our own great love.

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One suitcase. Your entire life is packed into just one suitcase. You get your train ticket, board the train and step into a train car. A train car not unlike the one your rode here in with Red.

And now she's in danger. Because of you.

You take a deep breath and touch the edges of your suitcase, knowing what lies within is one of the most outlawed objects in Equestria. Everything is going to come to an end. A single, final, conclusive end. Either Fluttershy isn't coming out of this, or you aren't. There's no other choices.

You close your eyes, feeling a rotting weight in your stomach begin to settle, it's wriggling maggots twisting and turning and festering from within. You've put Redheart into this. She deserves better than this.

Hell, all of this was no more than some... matter of chance. Redheart was originally part of Fluttershy's original plan to tear you down and to keep you for forever. However, because the two of you happened to fall in love, you beat the odds and escaped that fate for an even worse one.

You feel the weight on your shoulders begin to grow heavier. This is your fault.

She could have fallen in love with any number of possibilities of any number of different multiverses where you would never have the light of your life. She would have been safe, no, better, happy. She would have been happy with any number of possible lovers and lived a wonderful, fulfilling life.

Yet, now you've done this. You've put her into the line of fire.

The train whistle pierces through the air. This is your last chance to get off this ride. This is your last chance to step away from all of this. To resolve this without bloodshed.

You remain steadfast and breathe in the stagnant air, and you remember something she told you.

"I can't do this to you," she said, the night you made that fateful choice. "You're too sweet. Too kind. Too wonderful for some terrible mare like me to do this to you."

You bite your lip and close your eyes.

You never really had a choice, did you? She believed she was the terrible, but in the end, you're the monster who was drawn to her. With a predictable wild animal who takes down anything who gets between you and it. You've put her into this mess.

The train's wheels begin to set into motion and you feel the jolt of the machine as it lurches forward to your home.