>You suppose that you should have expected it would come to this.
>If life on earth should have taught you anything, it was that the grass was never greener, and if it sounded too perfect to be true, it probably was.
>But hope is a funny thing, you had still believed.
>But that, just like all your other hopes before had been squashed once reality took over from dreams.
 
>The sun is shining through the small scattering of clouds today's weather squad set up.
>A gust of wind dances across your skin as you make your way to the outskirts of town, hands in pockets.
>It's a good a day as any to die.
>You've been taking long walks recently out of town.
>Ponyville is surrounded by fields, most of them owned by the Apple family.
>So you know the perfect spot, a small hill which leads onto a sheer drop.
>It's definitely high enough for your needs.
>You knew the way off by heart.
 
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>The sheer magnitude of what you are about to do almost overwhelms you as you get closer to the edge.
>The sun glimmers off of a body of water in the distance, the trees sway in the summer breeze, the sounds of nature surround you.
>But it isn't your nature, not the nature you're used to.
>It sounds almost artificial to your ears.
>This isn't your world, you should come here in the first place. You've known that now for a long time.
>You close your eyes and spread your arms out beside you. You might as well make it a good death.
>"Funny how these things work out."
>Fitting last words. One more step, one simple movement of your leg, and you will careen down the cliffside to your death.
>You're nothing if not dramatic.
 
>"Anon?"
>You frown, your moment has been ruined.
>You turn around, letting your arms fall to your side.
"Oh, hey Applejack."
>You had never really liked Applejack all that much. She'd treated you the worst when you'd first arrive in Equestria.
>Being the southern stereotype that she is, she hadn't been very accepting of a bipedal alien.
>You expected to see suspicion in those big green eyes, as usual. It didn't help you were tresspassing on her property.
>But now you saw understanding.
>"So, what's yur reason?" she asks after a moment of silence.
>You blink.
>Well that was unexpected.
 
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"Reason for what?"
>"Don't play dumb Anon. I ain't no Twilight but I ain't thick neither".
>You sigh. Couldn't something go well for once?
"I don't like it here Applejack. So I'm leaving. It's quite simple really."
>"Don't seem like jumpin' off a there is gonna get ya back home Anon."
"I know that." You reply testily. "But I'd rather be dead than here, so if you'd kindly leave then..."
>"Is Equestria really that bad? That ya'd rather die?"
>Yes actually, you told her as such.
>"Why?"
 
"I don't belong here Applejack, you always knew it. Well now so do I."
>"That don't answer ma question Anon."
>The insuffable orange bitch.
"You want to know why Applejack? Let me tell you why."
"Ever since I first heard about this place I've wanted to come here. I've wanted to meet you and all your friends and join you all in your adventures. I used to sit around for hours fantasing about it, what I'd do if I reached your world."
"But then I finally get here, and it's exactly the same as the old world I longed to leave. I have no friends, despite my best efforts. I have no goals, no skills, no pleasures. I'd rather die now than suffer for years alone in this hellhole."
"Now you've satisfied your curiosity if you'd just fuck off I can end it in peace."
>You're panting slightly at the end of your rant.
 
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>There's a few moments of awkward silence. Applejack's face is unreadable, half hidden now behind her hat. At last she speaks.
>"I know how you feel Anon... I-"
"How could you possibly know how I feel," you scoff. "You haven't been thrown into a shitty world."
>"I've been here before Anon. I know this spot."
>Huh? Your surprise must have shown itself on your face.
>"When 'a was younger, ma' 'n' pa' passed away. I didn't know what ta do with myself."
>"Granny Smith was no help, she were in tears for months, jus' lookin after Applebloom. Big Mac wont talkin' to nobody, specially not me. Since I looked a lot like ma."
>She took a few steps forward until she was beside you, looking over the cliff edge.
>"So one day I came here."
>She looked up, and you could see unshed tears in her eyes.
>"I near threw myself off a this rock that day. I didn't know what the point was. My whole family bucked up before ma very eyes and I couldn't do shit to stop it."
>"And I remember just how damned tempting it was. To just stop stugglin' and cryin' and thinkin'. Cause it was so bucking hard 'n' I could jus' end it all. Right here."
"Why didn't you?" You ask.
 
>"Cause that's what life is sugarcube." She smiled. "It's a whole bunch a shit. But yah got more chance a findin' happiness back in town. Than ya got findin' in down there."
>She nodded down at the drop, then started to walk away.
"What if I don't think I will find any happiness back there." Applejack turns around.
>"Anon, stop being such a buckin pussy and get away from that edge before 'a have ta force ya. I gots Cider back at the farm so stop bein so melodramatic 'n' let's make you happy."
>...
"I guess I can't argue with that logic."
>Perhaps life wouldn't be too bad here after all. Perhaps the ponies here had a bit more depth to them than you origionaly though.
>And fuck it, you had been pretty melodramatic.