A long time ago, there was a boy. He was a lonely sort of boy, always thinking and always with something in his hands, fiddling with it.

Sometimes, he broke it. It didn't matter. He didn't have anyone to play with anyway.

A long time ago, there was a girl. She was a lonely sort of girl, always racing around, trying to get to the bottom of things or to be on top of things.

Sometimes, she made it. It didn't matter. She was never good enough for anyone anyway.

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They were never good enough for anyone anyway.

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A long time ago, there was a boy all alone. He was sitting under a tree with a cold wind in the air. He shivered without a care, knowing that nobody would look for him. He wondered what it would feel like to just let go.

Someone found him, and they became fast friends.

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A long time ago, there was a girl all alone. She was perched by herself with a sky full of know. She shivered without a care, knowing she had hours before anyone noticed she was gone. She wondered what it would feel like to just let go.

Someone found her, a blur of blue in a sky of grey, and they became fast friends.

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A long time ago, there was a boy/girl all alone. S/he was in her/his house/cave, wondering about life. He/she was never good enough for anyone. One took up a knife.

The other took to flying, to dull the pain of life.

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A long time ago, there were two friends. One needed the other far more than the other needed him/her.

Then the one left.

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A long time ago, there were two parents who cared entirely too much for someone. Their offspring was never what they wanted them to be, and disappointments at their best.

He/she was always distant. Always aloof and looking to leave.

After a while, it stopped hurting to just give up on ever reaching them.

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A long time ago, there was a question given.

Did he ever give you his last name? Did he ever tell you the truth about who he was?

Was his story ever even worth reading?

Did you even know her story? Did you judge without knowing? How can someone be so cruel to someone so similar?

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A long time ago, there was a choice made.

He refused to give in, and lived like an empty shell.

She gave in, and lived like an empty shell.

So similar.

Too different.

...useless

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Sometimes, the moon is so bright I can see my soul in it. Sometimes, we don't have one.

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"You are such a flip flop! Cool one minute, and lame the next." I shouted at her, indignation filling me so thoroughly it seemed like I was on fire! How dare she turn me away? HOW DARE SHE?!

But she did, and she calmly narrowed her eyes and I felt like something was breaking in me when it hit me that it was my turn to walk back into the shadows again.

And I didn't know how to feel about that honestly. There was this curious feeling, like my heart was brewing up some vile bile. I spit it out. "When you decide to be cool again, you know who to call." And then I walked out.

Then paused. I paused as soon as I was out of sight and listened. There were a few murmurs of concern and I remained still, listening, desperately wanting to take it all back.

Then I heard that pink menace let out a cheer.

Then.

Then they were celebrating.

They were celebrating. They were already celebrating, seconds after I had left.

There was only one real excuse. This was a set up from the very beginning. This was no party for me! Just as I had thought, this was just a gesture to get me to go.

Dash was never my friend in the first place.

And it burned at me, and it ached at me. Seconds after I had left, they were celebrating like nothing had happened, or rather, they were celebrating because I was gone.

These ponies. These ponies were TRYING to get me to go away. They didn't... I had tried to stay around.

My temper is horrible, I was trying so hard to not lash out, but every action against me felt coordinated. Every single action felt like it had been targeted at me.

And here, here was proof! My oldest friend, the one who had always been there when I needed someone, gone. Forever. Normally, this would destroy me, like an egg shattering against the ground, but now? Now!? I was just angry.

So... angry.

My one and oldest true friend.

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"Go on." I paused, trying to blink the tears out of my eyes before I turned to look at whoever was talking.

"Nobody wants you here, anyway." I knew this guy. He was one of my old friends. Jack, I think. He had a mop of brown hair, and a red shirt, and a sharp tongue.

I glared at him, knowing that my face was reeking with what I had been doing.

"I'm honestly pretty sure that the only reason anyone even invited a loser like you here is because they pitied you."

The words stung like I had thrown my fist through a mirror. "Pffft. As if."

My temper was always an issue. I just couldn't believe I had... done that.

"Really. I'm pretty sure that Mark only invited you because he wanted to see if you were still cool." He chuckled. "Nice little thing you shouted there. Do you really think you're ever going to be forgotten for that?" Jack took a step closer to me.

I took a step back. "Coming here was a mistake."

"Got that right, little baby." He taunted me. I remembered him now. He was always jealous. "I bet he'll never forget what you did."

I shouldn't have come for a visit.

"Now go on, get the hell out of here."

And I did.

My one and oldest true friend.

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And we did.

Like knife scars dappling skin as white as snow, and as pure as ash.