>You are Miss Eri.
>You are heading to the market to pick up some food.
>Your stomach growled at the thought of food.
>You had to starve today and yesterday because of the lack of food back at home.
>You didn't want to shop during the day because of the high number of ponies that go there.
>And, you weren't a sociable pony.
>It's almost evening, so you have to make these errands quick.
>Hopefully the four bits you found are good enough.
>While you were walking to the market, you see that the Sugarcube Corner is still open.
>It should have closed a while ago.
>You also hear two ponies talking inside. Something about music?
>Curiosity got the better of you, and you walked inside.
>You see Mr. Cake behind the counter talking to a pink pony with blond hair.
>'That pink pony.' you said to yourself, 'Why does she look... familiar?"
>"...And you play for the Manehatten Symphony Orchestra?" said Mr. Cake, "That's fantastic!
>The pink pony nods. "And I play as the first seat violinist!"
>"Even better!"
>You notice that she's carrying some luggage and a violin case.
>You also notice that no one else was here besides Mr. Cake and the pony.
>Mr. Cake sees you looking around the store and speaks up, "Sorry miss, but we're closed for tonight."
"Y-Yeah... just noticed when I was going to the market..."
>You turn around and walk towards the door. You should've known it was going to close and this was a waste of time.
>"I was about to close, but I was getting caught up with Connie here about her time at Manehatten!"
>Before you walked out of the Sugarcube Corner, you freeze in place and your mind blanks out.
>Connie? Connie Amore?
>Everything starts to slow down as you remember your times with you and your best friend.
>Your best, and only friend.
>You couldn't hear Mr. Cake talking about her and only wanted to tune in on your memories.
>The past memories of spending time with Connie...
>... And how you hurt her feelings.
 
>Connie Amore. A beautiful name for a pretty mare.
>She has been your friend for your fillyhood life.
>She cared very much about you, and would stand up to the bullies that were harassing you.
>She loved to play the violin and she would impress everypony in her music class.
>Some days you would visit her place to listen to her play, while other days she would come over to your home.
>Connie always played soothing music whenever you feel down, and they would help most of the time.
>When was playing for you, she told you that she was going to be playing for the entire school with her orchestra group.
>She also felt scared because she was going to have a solo part in the music.
>You remember telling her that you'll always support her the same way she supported you.
>Connie smiled and hugged you when you told that to her.
>That could have been the only heartwarming moment in your life.
>...
>You listened to Connie and her orchestra group play for the entire school.
>The group was playing very well, but Connie stood out the most out of all of them.
>Her playing was flawless, and nopony could hear a single error from her.
>At the end of her performance, all of the ponies cheered for the group, but more so on Connie.
>When she was bowing and thanking the crowd, her cutie mark appeared.
>It was a heart wrapped around bars of music notes, and a treble clef on the top right corner.
>You wished to congratulate her, but the ponies took her away before you could get a chance.
>You frowned and walked back home.
>You thought that tomorrow would be a good day to congratulate her.
>...
 
>The next day, you went up to Connie, who was with many ponies, and congratulated her.
>She thanked you and introduced you to her friends. They were uncaring to you, and wanted to talk to Connie more.
>They then said to her if she wanted to go somewhere else, and Connie offered to you if you wanted to go with her.
>Her friends gave you bad looks, as if they wanted to throw you in a trash can while Connie wasn't looking.
>You declined the offer and ran off, not wanting to be near those ponies.
>You tried to talk to her personally, but she was more focused on her 'friends.'
>You ask her if she wanted to come over, and she said that her schedule was very tight.
>One time, you walked over to her house and waited for her to answer the door.
>It took the whole day until you gave up and slowly walked back home, hungry and sad.
>This would keep going on for four years.
>You were alone for four years.
>You believed that you had lost your only friend.
>That is, until she personally invited you over to her place.
>Excited, you rushed over to her home.
>You remembered that while running to her house, the sun was setting.
>You went over to her home, took a deep breath, and walked inside.
>Your expression changed from being happy to being sad and confused.
>Connie's home was empty; there was no furniture, paintings, or orchestra related instruments.
>There was a suitcase by her side, a music stand with a sheet of music on it, and she was holding her violin.
>You asked Connie what was going on and why her home was empty.
>She wanted you to listen to her play a song she made. But, she did not answer the last question you asked.
>You obliged, but you wanted her to answer the last question after the song.
>Connie nodded, looked at the music sheet, and began to play.
 
>When she was done playing, she looked at you with a sad look on her face.
>You ask again why her home was vacant and why she was sad.
>Connie was moving away to Manehatten to hone her musical skills and play for one of the greatest orchestra groups there.
>She wasn't sure when she would come back to Ponyville, but she asked if you could visit her in the future.
>You begged for her to stay, saying that she was your only friend and the only one that understood and cared for you.
>You remember this moment that were crying, and she told you that she and her parents did not want to turn down the offer.
>She knew that it was he only shot she could get, and she wanted to pursue her goal as a violinist.
>She then told you that she was sorry and hoped that you understood.
>You couldn't stop crying and asked why she had to leave you for this.
>She tried to explain it to you again, but it only made you angrier.
>You knew there was no way of making her stay here in Ponyville.
>In your anger, you yelled at Connie, telling her to stay in Manehatten forever and that you never want to see her again like the past four years.
>Connie was taken back by your response and began to tear up as well.
>You couldn't believe what you said to your... friend.
>After realizing what you said to her, you ran out of her home and out in the dark night.
>Your eyes haven't adjusted to the dark, but you kept running, ignoring Connie's cries for you to wait.
>You collapsed on a grassy field and began to cry your heart out.
>Connie wasn't following you and only stayed at home.
>She must have known that it was dangerous be go out in the dark.
>It didn't matter to you.
>You lost your only true friend because you yelled at her for following her dreams.
>... What kind of pony are you?
>You wished you could die there at the exact spot for what you said to her.
>You then saw the world turning black around you, and you realized that you were crying yourself to sleep.
 
>"Eri?"
>You snap back to reality and turn around to face Connie.
>Connie was facing and looking at you, and you couldn't help but start tearing up.
>You are face to face with Connie, whom you ran away from because of your outrage towards her.
>Is she going to yell at you for what you did? Is she going to run away from you if you walk up to her?
>Connie is smiling though. Why?
>You remembered that she called out your name and began to speak up.
"C-Connie..."
>"It's great to see you again!" said Connie.
>... She's happy to see you?
>But, you yelled at her! She should be angry at you!
>You stood there with your mouth agape and began to sniffle.
>"Eri? What's wrong?"
>As Connie slowly walked over to you, you quickly rush over to her and wrap around her chest.
>"E-Eri?!"
"I-I'm s-sorry... I s-shouldn't have told you... t-those words I said y-years ago..."
>While crying over Connie's shoulder, you could see Mr. Cake slowly going in the kitchen so that he is not part of this.
>"Eri..." said Connie, who sounded sad.
>Is she going to tell you buzz off now? Is she going to tell how much she hates you now?
>"... I forgive you, Eri."
>You widen your eyes, let go of the hug, and look at Connie.
"Y-You do? B-But... I y-yelled at you!"
>Connie shakes her head and smiles at you.
>"Eri, it's all water under the bridge."
>You wipe the tears off your eyes so you could have a clear view of Connie.
"But, don't you h-hold a grudge against me...?"
>"No, Eri. I never had. I should be the one saying sorry to you."
"W-What do you mean?"
>"I'm sorry that my friends were mean to you when you first saw them. I didn't know they would stop you from hanging out with me... And I'm sorry that we didn't spend time together like we used to before I left for Manehatten. Will you forgive me, Eri? I'll make it up to you somehow."
>You couldn't believe it.
>You were supposed to be the one that should be sorry.
>But, Connie was apologizing to you instead.
 
"Y-Yes Connie, I do. A-Are we still friends... Connie?"
>Connie began to tear up and she couldn't stop smiling at you.
>"Of course, Eri. I told you that I would always support you as a friend. You even said the same thing to me."
>You and Connie are in a warm embrace, and you were crying over each other's shoulders.
>The tears weren't filled with sadness. They were tears of joy, and that you two were happily reunited with each other as friends.
>...
>The two of you break the hug at the same time, and Mr. Cake comes in with a white box and sets it on the counter.
>Connie wipes away the tears and looks at Mr. Cake and the box.
>"What's this, Mr. Cake?"
>"This is for you two!" said Mr. Cake, "I'd thought you two could have something to eat, and it's on the house!"
>Your stomach made an audible growl, and you scratch the back of your head in embarrassment.
>Connie giggled and accepted the box from Mr. Cake.
>"You're too kind, Mr. Cake," said Connie, "Thank you!"
>"Anytime, Ms. Amore! Have a good night!"
>Mr. Cake waved goodbye to you, while you and Connie walk towards the door, and in the moonlight.
>Connie was holding her luggage, violin case, and the box Mr. Cake gave to her.
"Um... do you need help with that?"
>You grab the box full of sweets and put it on your back.
>"Thank you, Eri. We should go to my place, Eri. We can catch up about ourselves there!"
>You nod and the two of you began walking.
>...
>You look at Connie and smile.
"Thank you... for being my best friend... Connie."
 
End.