>Ink pooled onto the page.
>It was an accident.
>She didn't mean to do it.
>Why did she have to be such a fuck up?
>The ink continued to obscure the letter.
>Making the words act like they were never written down in the first place.
>And she did the only thing she could think to do.
>Cry.
>There was nothing in her left but tears.
>But with this letter, maybe there would have been something small.
>Something to give her hope.
>She'll never know now.
>Through blurry vision she glanced over at another picture.
>It was of her, and two ponies who looked like her.
>One male, and one female.
>A memory rushed back to her.
>How her parents always told her she was going places.
>Dad would praise her around as the next Clover the Clever.
>"Smartest mare this side of Canterlot."
>She hiccuped as a shudder swept across her body.
>The cold air seeped into her room.
>Dust and filth caked practically everything she owned.
>Whatever wasn't still boxed up anyway.
>"...Yeah...next Clover the Clever..." her voice a pained whisper as she put her head face down on her desk.
>Sobbing quietly.
>An urge came over her.
>A cold, stinging, uncomfortable sensation traveled down her back.
>Like the cold hands of guilt were racking across her.
>Whatever, she probably deserved it.
>She lifted her head from the desk.
>And wiped her face with her hooves.
>Looking back down at the letter, she saw the ink.
>It had stopped moving down the page, but the only thing still left uncovered was a simple phrase.
"I love you"
>Seeing those words twisted the knots in her stomach even tighter.
>She thought maybe, just maybe, that she could be normal.
>That perhaps something would go her way for once.
>In her heart she felt it was the right thing to do.
>The universe is a cruel and uncaring mistress however.
>As the tearful girl knows first hoof.
>So she thought this is where she belongs.
>Broken, lonely, afraid.
>Instead of the superstar her parents wanted her to be.
>She was a loser
>A failure.

>A broken pile of quills sat by her side.
>Each one snapped into more pieces than the last.
>The ugly thought of taking the jagged edge of one of those quills appeared in her mind.
>How simple it would be to just....
>She mimed a slashing motion in front of her neck.
>Morbid thoughts such as that clouded her thoughts throughout the night.
>Thankfully she always hesitated to act upon them.
>It showed there was still something in her that gave a damn.
>A tiny ember of hope.
>The picture of a beaming smile from a purple, alicorn princess kindled that ember.
>That image always brought some form of joy to her.
>A white cloud amid a sea of black.
>But even that is starting to lose its effect.
>"What would she think if she saw me now?"
>She averted her eyes to the dimming candle.
>Attracted to it's dull light.
>"She wouldn't hate me..." she continued her thoughts.
>Her blurry vision landed once more onto the ruined letter from earlier
>The words "I love you" still the only remaining words that were legible.
>"...She'd pity me" her heart sinking even further at her realization.
*Knock, knock*
>She practically jolted from her seat.
>Eyes widening in shock.
"Knock-Knock-Knoc-Crunch"
>A ray of light breached into the dimly lit room.
"Er...Moondancer?"
>The girl's ears perked up instantly.
>There was no way it was her.
>Not after everything.
>Her scared stiff heart instantaneously turned to stone
>With a quick wipe of her face on the sleeve of her sweater.
>She put her game face on.
>However, she didn't know which one to put on.
>She panicked.
>"What?" she asked harshly as she pried her broken door open.
>"I"m trying to study!"
>She was greeted by a spine-chilling sight.
>Her old friends, but that wasn't what was chilling her spine.
>It was the purple alicorn in the middle.
>Twilight.
>Emotions and urges swirled inside Moondancer's being.
>It was as if she was fighting herself about how to react.
"It's us" she said in that same heartwarming tone.
"Your friends!"

>The nerves in her brain were shot.
>Out of everything she ever expected to happen.
>This wasn't one she thought she would live to see.
>Her insides still felt like they were being ripped in two.
>Maybe that's why she was responding harsher than she meant to.
>Or maybe it was something else.
>She rolled her eyes at Twilight's statement.
>The cascading waterfall of emotions and feelings were traveling their way out of Moondancer.
>Repressed for years.
>She couldn't handle it.
>With a quick movement.
>She yanked the door shut right in their smiling faces.
>She curled up on the floor into a ball.
>Hugging her legs.
>The discomfort from the dirty carpet a price she didn't care about at the moment.
>Soon she heard the sound of hoofsteps walking away from her door.
>Even after the last few steps faded off in the distance she stayed on the floor.
>Wishing she could just disappear.
>"God DAMMIT!" she punched her hoof as hard as she could against her carpet.
>The room became so silent you could hear a pin drop.
>But no more words were needed.
>That ship had sailed.
>Stomping her hoof into the floor once more.
>Damning herself.
>It would have been perfect.