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/emo/ Sorrowful Melody

By NHanon
Created: 20th May 2021 11:48:33 PM
13th August 2022 07:12:51 AM

  1. >“Have a good night, Miss.”
  2. “To you as well.”
  3. >Stepping away from the taxi, it speeds off into the night.
  4. >While you could’ve had him drop you off at home, this was just fine.
  5. >Besides, a short stroll won’t kill you.
  6. >Tonight’s show went rather splendidly as expected.
  7. >Though you’re a tad drained from it.
  8. >Between time spent practicing, writing your own music, and even teaching on the side, it’s not surprising.
  9. >Taking far too much on your plate often is quite a bad habit of yours.
  10. >Really need to work on breaking that so you can have less stress in your life in general.
  11. >Maybe you should take a vacation to help unwind.
  12. >Will have to think more on that later, for now, you let your attention drift upward as you trot along.
  13. >Luna’s sky is really quite beautiful.
  14. >Despite the light cloud cover, the various twinkling stars and the pale moon peek out occasionally.
  15. >Such a sight to behold that draws a smile upon your lips.
  16. >However, your cello case decides to spoil the moment by shifting to one side.
  17. >You pause briefly to readjust it, appears the strap has loosened again.
  18. >Just something to deal with when you get home.
  19. >Not far now either, then you can properly fix it and from there-
  20. >*grumble*
  21. >On second thought, getting something to eat first, then you can figure out what to do.
  22. >Spent more time chatting with the VIPs and snacking instead of actually eating.
  23. >It’s worth it though, each conversation has the potential for greater opportunities.
  24. >That’s what every great musician does, just like mother said.
  25. >Although… not all the time.
  26. >Your fellow musicians do have lives outside of work in comparison to you.
  27. >Have heard them talk about their friends and their loved ones they spend time with.
  28. >What friends you have are more like business acquaintances, and don’t actually have loved ones.
  29. >Mother is still around sure, but she seems to only visit once in a great while to check in with your career.
  30.  
  31. >Now that you’re thinking about it, are you actually alone Octavia?
  32. “I…”
  33. >A pit forms in your gut, slowing your trot.
  34. >There has to be somepony you can think of, right?
  35. “…”
  36. >Shaking your head, you ignore that train of thought, focusing on getting home.
  37. >Thankfully you’re not too far now, can see it just ahead.
  38. >Though it appears that something, or rather in this case, somepony is by your doorstep.
  39. >And from what you can hear from the snoring, they’re fast asleep.
  40. “...wonderful.”
  41. >Likely some poor soul who had one too many to drink and passed out on their way home.
  42. >Going to have to be careful in dealing with them.
  43. >Taking a brief moment to prepare yourself, you put on a polite smile and come up to their side.
  44. >Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a mare with a grayish coat and a dark colored mane much like yours.
  45. >She almost seems familiar, then again there are many mares out there with colors similar to yours.
  46. >Either way, you reach out and gently try to rouse her from slumber.
  47. “Excuse me.”
  48. >No response, still fast asleep, so you try again with more effort.
  49. “Miss, please wake up.”
  50. >She lets out a muffled snort, but still not budging otherwise.
  51. >Alright enough being polite, this time you shake her vigorously and she finally starts to stir.
  52. “You need to get up and go home, you can’t sleep here.”
  53. >“...mghmf’Octavia, is th-that you?”
  54. >You take a step back in surprise at the groggy yet familiar voice.
  55. “Miss Eri?”
  56. >She raises her head up at the mention of her name, looking at you with tired eyes.
  57. >There is no doubt about it, would recognized those colors anywhere.
  58. >Almost certain that she appears far more haggard than last time you saw her.
  59. >Slowly blinking, she licks her lips and her eyes dart to the side.
  60. >“H-Hey, um… c-can I come in?”
  61. “Yes, just give me a moment.”
  62. >You unlock the door, head in to set aside your things and light a few candles before returning to her.
  63.  
  64. >She keeps her head lowered as she trudges inside, clearly burdened with something.
  65. >Don’t need to ask, she’ll likely tell you soon enough.
  66. >Because this isn’t the first, nor will it likely be the last time she’s shown up like this.
  67. >You enter the living room with her following close behind, when you turn to speak, you’re able to see her features clearly in the light.
  68. >To say she looks terrible is an understatement; makeup smudged, bags under her pink bloodshot eyes, and mane is quite greasy like it hasn’t been washed in days.
  69. “...oh dear…”
  70. >She winces at your words, squeezing her eyes shut for a second and turns her head away.
  71. >Regret immediately washes over you like a great wave as you try to salvage this.
  72. “I’m sorry Eri, I didn’t mean to-”
  73. >“It’s fine, don’t apologize… I know I look like trash.”
  74. “No, it was rude of me, I truly am sorry.”
  75. >“Just-just stop, don’t, please…”
  76. >You’re open your mouth to try again, but stop.
  77. >Wouldn’t matter if you showered her in compliments or apologized a million times, she doesn’t seem to acknowledge nor believe them.
  78. >Always seeing each as some thinly veiled insult and or lie instead.
  79. >Despite that, she must have enough truth in you to come here.
  80. >Saying nothing more, she takes a seat on the couch, eyes glued to the floor.
  81. “Listen, I’ll be right back, just need to get something. We can talk after if you like.”
  82. >“...sure.”
  83. >Feels like a heavy weight is forming on your heart as you enter the kitchen.
  84. >Have a very strong feeling that this night will end up emotional.
  85. >One of the many reasons you keep something stronger than wine around.
  86. >That very something is a bottle of liquor you pull out from a cabinet along with two glasses.
  87. >You pour yourself some and knock back the drink immediately.
  88. >The liquid burns as it goes down your throat, causing you to shiver.
  89. >A warmth rapidly blooms within your belly, slowly spreading outwards to your limbs.
  90.  
  91. >It’s stuff like this that makes it easier to handle any burden you might feel.
  92. >Also enough to remember how you first met Miss Eri.
  93. >Was close to her mother growing up, became the best of friends for a time.
  94. >Went to the same school, had similar interests, even got your cutie marks about the same time too.
  95. >Almost seemed like nothing could separate you two.
  96. >Ponies change however, like all things.
  97. >While you were first trying to get somewhere with your career, a handsome stallion swept her off her hooves like in a romance novel.
  98. >From then on, started seeing one another less and less.
  99. >Eventually you managed to catch some fame and was traveled across Equestria to perform.
  100. >Spent so much time abroad and little time at home, that you hadn’t seen her for years.
  101. >That is until the day you ran into one another at the market.
  102. >Almost didn’t recognized her; looked like Tartarus had chewed her up and spat her out.
  103. >She recognized you immediately though, sparking up a conversation like nothing had changed.
  104. >Talked for a time, mostly about life in general.
  105. >Didn’t take long to notice that she kept dodging personal questions, focusing entirely on you.
  106. >Quickly understood enough to see what had happened, but you kept it to yourself.
  107. >You two had to part eventually, though decided to meet again later on to catch up more.
  108. >It was then at the park when you were introduced to Eri.
  109. >She was a little foal, wrapped in a blanket, laying within a stroller, as pure and innocent as could be.
  110. >Felt such love at first sight, along with envy.
  111. >Have always wanted a family, just kept focusing on saving the bits, finding the right stallion, the usual stuff.
  112. >But you’ve been telling yourself that for so very long now.
  113. >Because at the rate things keep going, you’re going to never have a family and will die alone.
  114. >You refill your glass and down it.
  115. *cough cough*
  116.  
  117. >Shouldn’t be reminiscing so much, rather not leave Eri alone for too long.
  118. >Returning to the living room, she’s still planted on the couch, attention elsewhere.
  119. >You set the glasses down on the coffee table and fill them.
  120. >“...thanks.”
  121. “You’re welcome.”
  122. >She picks up her glass and takes a sip, shuddering.
  123. >Really shouldn’t be letting her drink, but you know it helps, if only a little.
  124. >At least that’s what you tell yourself.
  125. >Minutes pass by in silence, the two of you sipping your drinks occasionally, feeling the tension slowly rise.
  126. >A part of you wishes she would open up instead of being silent.
  127. >The other part is stronger and knows better, can’t rush her.
  128. >A few more minutes pass before she turns her head to you a little.
  129. >“Can I tell you something?”
  130. “Yes of course, you can tell me anything you like Missy.”
  131. >Her breath hitches, and for a split second it seems like she’s about to smile.
  132. >However, she just exhales audibly, seeming to gather herself.
  133. >“Haven’t been sleeping well… still restless I guess. When morning finally came around, found myself just laying there; staring off into the nothing. I realized something, and that thought kept repeating in my head.”
  134. >Her eyes shift form spot to spot on the carpet as her ears flatten against her head.
  135. >“It feels like there is no direction in my life, no purpose; sleep, wake, go to school; drown in sorrow, and repeat, that’s it. It’s like everyday is the same, it’s all I ever do.”
  136. >Taking a brief pause to take a drink, she cringes and shakes her head before continuing.
  137. >“Skipped school today too, not like it matters. Teachers keep telling me I need to fix my grades or I won’t be able to graduate, that I won’t be able to go; do anything in life. You know what though? I don’t do anything now except suffer, so it’s not like anything is going to change anyways.”
  138. >Already suspected as much, not that you can do much about it.
  139.  
  140. >Have tried before to help her in such things, but her problems run so deep that it seems almost impossible to make a dent in them.
  141. >“It’s not like I have anyone or anypony either; no friends, no dad, and mom is just… no, you already know about /her/. There seems to be nothing for me in life, just endless pain, I just – I just don’t know what to do anymore.”
  142. >Pursing your lips, can hear warning bells going off inside your head.
  143. “That’s not true, you have me.”
  144. >Nodding slowly, she rubs one foreleg over the other, seeming to pay attention to them.
  145. >“Suppose that’s true but – no, never mind…”
  146. “Missy please continue, you know you can tell me anything and I won’t judge you.”
  147. >Eri bites her lip and turns her head away briefly to rub her eyes.
  148. >You remain steadfast in hoping that she’ll continue, sometimes she stops talking altogether and stays the night; leaving in the morning.
  149. >Minutes pass before she turns her attention back, this time really looking at you with those beautiful pink eyes.
  150. >“I keep thinking that you’ll get sick of me, sick of all this garbage I dump on you every time I’m here. That one day you’ll finally have enough and give up, abandon me like everypony else has; that I’ll be completely alone in this world…”
  151. “Those are just bad thoughts full of lies that plague you.”
  152. >She shakes her head.
  153. >“Everypony tells me that, always saying none of my problems are real.”
  154. “I’m not like everypony else, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”
  155. >“...for how long though?”
  156. “For as long as I can.”
  157. >Various emotions cross her face as she sits there staring at you.
  158. >Eventually only a few remain; anger, sadness, and most of all, regret.
  159. >“I-I think I’ve said too much, I should go.”
  160. >She sets aside the glass and gets up.
  161. >Darn it, you need to keep trying, think of something.
  162. “Missy wait, please don’t shut me out, I want to help you.”
  163.  
  164. >She stops mid-step, turning her head towards you slightly.
  165. >“Why?”
  166. “Because I care about you.”
  167. >“...you’re not my mother, you’re just some pony I’ve talked to.”
  168. >You wince at her words, feeling like somepony bucked you hard in the barrel.
  169. >Eyes start to feel misty, making you turn away from her.
  170. “I… I know. But I’m really trying for you.”
  171. >It’s becoming quite difficult to not start choking up.
  172. >In the end, you only partially manage to avoid letting go as a few tears escape.
  173. >You squeeze your eyes shut, awaiting the sound of the door closing.
  174. >Instead, her hooffalls approach slowly, just stopping short of where she sat.
  175. >“Are you crying?”
  176. “I’m okay, you can go, I won’t stop you.”
  177. >Something in your words must’ve hit somewhere, because she starts to breath heavier.
  178. >“Oh no. No, no! I’m so stupid – idiot! I’m sorry Octavia, please don’t hate me, I don’t mean – didn’t me-mean to… I just-just… I’M SORRY!”
  179. >At that, she drops onto the floor, sobbing.
  180. >“I’m s-sorry! I’m so-sorry.. I-I’m sorry Octavia! Please d-don’t leave me...”
  181. >You quickly get up and wrap your legs around her in a hug.
  182. >She latches on like a foal would to their mother, crying deeply into your coat.
  183. >Your own tears cascade slowly down your face as you gently rub back.
  184. “Shh… it’s okay, I forgive you, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere Missy.”
  185. >Should’ve seen this coming from past experiences, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.
  186. >While a part of you wishes to take her in and solve her problems, things are not that simple.
  187. >There are various reasons preventing such efforts.
  188. >Those reasons are unimportant right now as two hold onto one another.
  189. >Maybe someday, somehow, you can find a way to defeat the evil that torments her so much.
  190. >For now though, you’ll do whatever you can.
  191. >Because despite her hurtful words, Eri is the closest thing to a daughter you’ve ever had.

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