It's always the same path: Canterlot, an hour before midnight, a winding cobblestone street, an empty bridge, an empty house, an empty chair, and an empty bed.

He goes through this every night, as if each one were his last time. The wind is the only thing to accompany him. Its currents drag before him things he does not wish to see, yet he cannot force himself to look away.

The clock strikes twelve, and he falls asleep. No dreams come to save him.

(Sequel/"alternate ending" to "Warmth". Originally written for the collection "Within Tartarus: A Collection of Horrifying Events" made by Cromegas_Flare and co.)

(Inspired by the poem "The Inauguration of the Bridge" by János Arany and this video)