Today was the day.

Today was the day.

Today was the day of the concert. Today was the day of the Symphony's final concert of the year.

Today was the day. Today was Noteworthy's redemption day.

Today was the day he would see Octavia again.

Noteworthy looked around his house, his dark, dark house.

While he had opened up the curtains two days ago, he was still not ready to turn on any sort of artificial light.

Natural light was all he needed.

Yesterday had been a blur. He had packed up all of his stuff and brought down his suitcase.

And as golden eyes swept the living room, the large amounts of trash and crumpled paper and glass and other such things stared back at him.

He had all but simply packed a single suitcase. But it was more than he had done in the past three months. More than he had done in the past three months other than lying around and moping, drinking himself to sleep and forgetting to eat and forgetting himself in the process.

He still hadn't eaten, he wasn't ready for it. His beard was still present upon his chin, he wasn't ready for its absence. His golden eyes were still tired, he still hadn't slept much.

But the scent of alcohol was not present upon his breath. His mane was back to its original appearance. The bags under his eyes were still present, but noticeably smaller than before. His body did not shudder from the cold. His golden eyes did not reflect sadness.

He bore a grin on his face. His ears twitched involuntarily.

He was happy, and excited.

He hadn't any idea why. He hadn't any idea how.

All he knew was that he was.

Happy. Excited.

It was odd to him. How he was completely depressed and torn not two days ago, and just a simple invitation was enough to lift his spirits up. He knew that it was for naught, that it would come back to him in the worst possible way to kill him inside and crumble his entire mindset and destroy his heart.

But he was doing it anyhow.

He was doing it.

For the sheer stroke of happiness that could come out of it.

It was beyond him. Opposite him, in fact. Any other day, he would oppose it wholeheartedly. But, this was not any other day.

Today was the day he would see her again.

Noteworthy cast one last glance around his home, and smiled thoughtfully, not a single word passing his lips.

He turned his head to the front door and stopped in his tracks.

It was the gateway to it all. To the outside. To the rest of his life. He could very easily just leave it be and stay home and not show up to the concert.

Very easily.

He pushed the door open lightly and felt the cold winter breeze blow against him. Golden eyes looked up, down, left, and right.

The snow fell silently to the ground in countless flakes, the ground covered in a blank, white sheet of snow, neither deep, nor shallow. The sounds of fillies playing sounded out, their uproarious cheers and yells filling the air and drifting up into the night sky, the grey clouds moving as slowly as was possible so the town could experience as much snow as was possible. Carols and choirs sang to him, large gatherings of ponies dressed up in scarves and hats and boots chanting Hearth's Warming songs on nearby porches and front steps.

Noteworthy himself bore a scarf as well, a simple dark grey one built of yarn.

He knew who had made it for him all those years ago.

Noteworthy turned his head to peer back into his house, and found the clock.

It was five thirty in the afternoon. A long one and a half hour until it arrived.

Speaking of which...

Golden eyes flew back to the street in front of him. The snow fell harmlessly to the ground. Ponies all around him were laughing, playing, singing, talking to one another.

And Noteworthy smiled. And laughed a short, but still present, laugh.

Making sure that his briefcase was securely tucked into his saddlebag, Noteworthy gave a confident smile and walked off his front porch, careful to avoid the small patches of ice that marked a quick stumble and fall to the ground with an accompanying amount of embarrassment and pain. His hooves fell into the snow, sinking in about two inches. Noteworthy looked down at the appendages, and smiled.

He laughed, again, and began to stomp his way across the street, the lights of the street lamps illuminating the otherwise slightly shrouded town in its wake.

Noteworthy passed by in a stunned, happy silence, ignoring the surprised looks coming from the local ponies as they looked his way, only taking notice once he passed by a certain stand, golden eyes facing to the right and staring into green.

Noteworthy's boss gazed at him, her jaw open in pause of a conversation previously held with the group of mares in front of her. When they noticed this, they as well turned their heads to find him standing there with a smile on his face.

Roseluck slowly lowered the bouquet of flowers in her hoof, the sound of their plastic casing crinkling against the wooden stand as her body turned to Noteworthy.

And then, quickly, she flew into his arms, embracing him as she whimpered in a surprised silence.

Noteworthy returned the hug, his smile never leaving his face.

The two remained like this for what seemed like hours, before Roseluck finally let the stallion go, wiping her eyes as her lip wobbled feebly.

"I... I'm glad to see you, Noteworthy."

"I'm glad to see you too, Roseluck," he replied, before peering over the mare's shoulder and looking at the three ponies currently looking at him as well, adding, "and you too, Lyra, Colgate, Carrot Top."

They gave soft smiles in return, greeting him as well.

Noteworthy returned his gaze to Roseluck, "I'm sorry that I have to leave so early, but I have a train to catch."

"I know," she said, sniffing, "I know. I'll see you, Noteworthy."

Noteworthy smiled and gave a short nod, before he began to trot toward the train station, only stopping once he heard the sound of four mares calling to him.

"Good luck!" they shouted.

They must've known what he was doing. His grin deepened.

Noteworthy didn't need to think too much about what he was doing anyhow. There was time to be happy, and he arrived at the train station in due time. A familiar pony met his gaze, dressed in a dark blue ensemble with a ticket puncher in their hoof. Approaching them, Noteworthy handed the pony his train ticket, watching as their ticket puncher flew across its side and marked his acceptance. Giving a thanks, Noteworthy trotted toward the train, hearing the customary, "Have a great day!" that marked a conductor's status.

Noteworthy loved trains.

Trains brought the real life, though cruel as it had been before. As cruel as the train could be after each consecutive trip to Canterlot, sitting alone in the middle of the passenger cart, nestled against the window and watching nothing in particular, his mind elsewhere and thinking of his spoiled chance, his lost idea. As cruel as the truth the train brought, Noteworthy still loved them.

Trains. With their incessant screeching as they halted, or how they rumbled along the tracks as they went, or the cramped carts, sure, they weren't without fault. Nothing was. Noteworthy sure wasn't, for sure. Noteworthy was full of flaws.

Noteworthy lugged himself through the passenger cart.

Noteworthy wasn't perfect.

He found his seat, empty, vacant.

Noteworthy was full of flaws.

He sat down.

Noteworthy was a pretty horrible pony when it came down to it.

He placed his saddlebags next to him. Leather against leather.

Noteworthy was arguably the worst pony he knew.

He gave a deep sigh and adjusted his position on the seat.

Noteworthy was horrible.

Golden eyes peered out the frost-edged window, a lamp-lit Ponyville staring him back.

Noteworthy didn't deserve anything.

He scooted closer to the window to get a better view.

Noteworthy didn't deserve her.

He reclined in his seat.

Noteworthy didn't deserve his happiness.

He smiled.

Noteworthy didn't deserve Octavia.

The train started abruptly. Noteworthy shook his head vigorously in an attempt to stop himself. Screwing his face up in retaliation, he looked outside yet again as the train began to pull out of the station, a short laugh escaping his lips when the whistle blew loudly, filling the train car with its high pitched toot. Coughing into a free hoof, Noteworthy's eyes pulled him once again to the outside world, one he hadn't seen.

Not in months. He never ventured outside his house.

Until today. And today brought this. This leap of faith, yet another one, at seven o' clock sharp. There were times for other things, but this was something else.

The landscape was beautiful. It helped that Noteworthy hadn't seen it in months, having never ventured outside his house, but its sheer beauty mesmerized him, not a single word escaping his mouth as the snow fell against the window leading to the outside, the entire area completely covered in a thick white sheet of snow, like a canvas ready to be painted on.

Really, there wasn't much to see. The trees were black and barren of leaves, standing crooked against the black sky, almost camouflaging themselves though little as they were. The hills were various, ranging from barely noticeable to almost dwarfing Noteworthy's long-forgotten one, neither hills nor mountains. The shrouding clouds had been left behind in Ponyville, but there was nothing to see in the sky apart from pure darkness and what little he could make out of the heavens above. The frost that scratched at his glass window voided any sight he could have.

That didn't matter to him. He'd be able to see them once they were in Canterlot. If he hated it, like always, he'd just look at the stars all night with himself. If he loved it, like always, he'd just look at the stars all night with himself. He'd never done it before, his memories only went so far back to her recent summer concerts, but it was always good to try new things. New things.

Watching the stars was something to look forward to, at least. The only thing he was sure of was that he would be able to look at the stars. That was it.

There was no way to be sure that yet another train ride and yet another concert and yet another time to see her was enough to win.

That's just the way it was.

And Noteworthy accepted it.

It didn't bother him. No. He couldn't go back to the way things were, how horrible the last three months had been.

The first step was admitting it, sure. But he admitted his troubles with the casting of glass and the flushing of a toilet. That was his first step, and Noteworthy now paid no mind to what could go wrong. He shouldn't, and never would ever again.

The best method to happiness was to believe in himself, and how he'd react once he succeeded. Winging something wasn't a strong suit of Noteworthy's, when it came down to it. He surely wasn't a Pegasus, and that was a bad joke.

Golden eyes suddenly became aware of a noise, and knowing that the entire train car was at an almost-scary silence, they peered up to the ceiling and followed the baggage trunks, ending at the front of the car, where a very peculiar clock made itself noticed in the audible form of typical ticks and tocks.

Noteworthy's eye twitched slightly.

The clock ticked over, the minute hand twitching lazily to the left.

Six o' clock.

Had half an hour really gone by so fast? It seemed like seconds ago that the train had pulled out of Ponyville. Noteworthy raised a brow, but didn't question it. There was no use arguing it. Time was time, and eventually, it would run out.

Time was important, and the clock was a clock.

Six oh-one.

Noteworthy's head drooped slightly. What if he didn't make it? There were only fifty-nine minutes left until seven o' clock-

Make that fifty-eight minutes.

Noteworthy bit his lip. What if he didn't make it?

He breathed out slowly and rested his cheek on a hoof. Well, for starters, he'd be depressed. It was plain and simple as that. He'd be depressed.

It was ironic, in a way to him. Equestria was an entire country filled to the brim with bright colors and beautiful views and wonderful, happy ponies and yet here he recently was, drowning his sorrows out in hard alcohol and barring himself inside his house. It all but outright betrayed every single aspect of Equestria, when it came down to it. It seemed to him that his house was practically an entirely different country, or even another planet. Everything about his house's setting was different, almost the exact opposite of the outside world. Maybe that's why he stayed for so long. Maybe that's why he hadn't ventured outside his house for months. He just couldn't bear seeing ponies go about their happy days while he was stuck in his worst.

Noteworthy shook his head slightly, only humming at the thought. Gold stared at the front of the car again.

Six oh-three.

Noteworthy bit the inside of his lip, but breathed out of his nostrils and calmed himself quickly. He'd be fine. He'd make it.

He had to.

And he would.

Noteworthy turned his head, finding a fog hanging outside his window. Wiping it with a free hoof, the black sky and the black trees and the hills and the almost unnoticeable heavens met his gaze.

Oh. Condensation. Of course.

Noteworthy coughed into his hoof again and let his eyelids shut themselves, breathing out a long sigh as he rested against his hoof.

Sure, he'd be depressed. Sure, he'd go home empty-hoofed like he had every consecutive train ride before. Sure, he'd most likely go back to what he was two days ago.

But he would be disappointed, too. Disappointed, mainly in himself. He couldn't blame the train or the conductor anyhow. It was the holidays, and there were no other scheduled riding times except for the five forty-five one he had taken and a four o' clock ride before that one. And that's where the train's participation ended and his began. He could've easily stayed home, or picked the four o' clock ride, or not even answered the door when the courier had come knocking.

But he had, and there was nopony to blame but himself if all went awry.

Which it did. And it probably would.

Noteworthy knew that. He accepted it.

And he didn't mind one bit.

The outside suddenly blackened. Noteworthy didn't need to look outside to realize they were going through the tunnel, but that didn't stop the other occupants of the car to practically throw themselves against the glass at the loss of their precious landscape.

Temporarily, of course. The tunnels shroud quickly disappeared, and the side of a mountain now stared at the ponies, until yet another tunnel engulfed the train in its wake. The silence was broken, a small amount of ponies behind Noteworthy giving off little "oh's" of realization. Noteworthy suppressed a laugh.

Probably newbies to the ride. It was the holidays after all, ponies were probably flocking to the train to vacation to other places, Canterlot included. If they were, well, Noteworthy hoped they loved the city, and he hoped that they hated it too. There were good and bad, and neither outweighed the other in terms of betterment. Then again, he didn't focus on the other parts of the city, the parts other ponies would come for.

No.

He wasn't there for the luxuries, or the food, or the famous ponies or the aristocrats or the gossip or anything really.

He was there for her, and only her.

He was there for Octavia, and that would never change.

The train suddenly halted.

Golden eyes widened, and flew to the window. The landscape was not moving. Not anymore. Instead, a familiar train station greeted his gaze, a familiar ticket puncher and a familiar city waiting for him to greet them. A smile found its way to his lips, and Noteworthy quickly got out of his seat and collected his saddlebags, trotting past the ponies still oohing and aahing at the capital city's apparent magnificence.

It was easy, really, and Noteworthy suddenly found himself walking off the train car's sidesteps, the snow crackling under his hooves as he adjusted the bags on his sides and coughed into a hoof yet again. Straightening himself, he trotted over to the ticket puncher, who seemed to recognize him as she said happily.

"Hey there! Haven't seen you here in a long time! Here for the concert, huh?"

Noteworthy looked up to the ticker puncher and cleared his throat, his voice coming out quietly.

"Yeah, I am. Glad to be here."

The ticket puncher took his ticket and punched it with her ticker puncher, handing it back to Noteworthy as she smiled and nodded.

"They promised it'll be one heck of a show, that's for sure! Have a good day, and happy Hearth's Warming to ya!"

"Happy Hearth's Warming," was his only response as he smiled and turned, stuffing his ticket into his saddlebags and trotting through the front gate, the idle but audible chatter of countless ponies welcoming him to the usual sounds of Canterlot. The streets were covered in snow, akin to Ponyville, ponies outside and talking among one another, holiday decorations dotting the houses and apartments of the city.

The city itself seemed to be at ease in light of the coming holiday.

Hearth's Warming Eve was today, after all.

Noteworthy's golden eyes suddenly widened yet again, flying around to look for the nearest clock. He'd never ask those posh aristocrats with their heads held high as if looking forward was but a sin the time of day.

Luckily, he didn't have to. The posh aristocrats were in their homes, ordering their servants to bring them buttered biscuits and warming up next to their fireplaces with their piles of bits sitting idly next to them.

Bastards.

Just like the bastard before them.

Hopefully he wasn't here.

Noteworthy approached the two ponies, whose eyes turned his way as he drew closer. They waved and greeted him, which Noteworthy returned as he asked simply.

"You mind telling me the time?"

The yellow one nodded and replied, "Yeah, sure man," and looked down at his hoof, a small wrist watch greeting his brown gaze. Looking back up to Noteworthy, brown stared into gold, "six-thirty in the afternoon. You going to the concert?"

Noteworthy raised a brow, but smiled and chuckled, "Seems everypony knows about it, yeah."

The mare next to the yellow stallion laughed, "Of course we do! It's the only reason some ponies are coming to Canterlot today! It's a lot bigger than the usual concerts, it's Hearth's Warming Season for Celestia's sake!"

Noteworthy nodded, and thanked the two with a thanks and a wave before he turned back to the street, a certain royal palace in mind. The wind was a little stronger than it was in Ponyville, especially seeing as how he was now higher up elevation-wise. The snow came down heavier as well, and as Noteworthy looked up, he could see gray clouds hanging high above the city, the moon casting a white light the various street lamps dotting the sidewalk could never hope to outshine.

So it was six-thirty. Or, well, around that time. It had been at least a minute or two of him walking since asking the time.

So it was around six-thirty. Noteworthy gave a soft smile as he continued onward, breathing an incredibly short snort of laughter out of his nostrils. Noteworthy bore a grin as he adjusted the scarf around his neck, feeling its warm fabric around his neck and causing his grin to deepen. Noteworthy bore a grin as his four hooves took him across the Canterlot sidewalk, a single destination in mind, one he had been waiting for for so long. One he had been wanting to travel down, and one he didn't want to see ever again in his life.

Noteworthy bore a grin, a grin of a stallion that had been so accustomed to his own failures for so long in his life that he had shut himself in and succumbed to the dangers of life, all for a longing, a wanting, a desire so strong that he would do anything to achieve.

A grin that was present on his face, ever so present, as Noteworthy trotted onto the grounds of the royal palace without a word, his breath flowing in front of him and into the night sky as he passed by countless ponies who were idly chatting in the courtyard about the event of tonight. None of those ponies began to talk as he did so, no even looking at him in the first place as they instead opted to talk to their own companions with genuine smiles upon their faces and a sense of atmosphere that Noteworthy sure wasn't used to in the last three months.

He may have been in Ponyville an hour ago, the ponies there were always so full of energy, probably packed to the brim with it, especially with that pink party pony around, but as Noteworthy trotted through the large crowd who kindly parted their way, he felt odd. Almost at ease.

Canterlot. The city he loved, but the city he hated. Hated, because of the aristocrats and the concerts and the garbage smell and really everything about its overly posh appearance. But mostly for the aristocrats and the famous individuals that would only be attending to garner an audience for themselves, completely separate of the actual event's, well, events. Sure, there were some here and there, but they sure weren't the majority, maybe even less than the minority as well.

There were actual, genuine ponies out here. Not those you'd see being bagged on in magazines, or the ones to be gossiped about endlessly, but actual living, breathing ponies who just wanted to have a good time instead of sitting at their fires and ordering their servants to get them some buttered biscuits and warming up by their fires with their stacks of bits by their sides.

These ponies had no paid servants. These ponies just wanted to watch a concert with their friends and have a great time in the process.

At this, Noteworthy smiled even more, and walked into the palace without a sound, betraying the loud noises of conversation that met him as his hoof crossed the royal, carpeted threshold. He continued walking, however, despite the amount of conversation that met him as his hoof connected with the royal, carpeted floor. He had one thing on his mind and one thing only, and that one thing in his mind reemerged with full force as he trotted to his right and found the entrance to the theater.

A lone guard, clad in golden armor, stopped him at the entrance silently, his eyes peering at him like a teacher attempting to understand a child. Noteworthy gave the guard a like glance, but quickly understood and reached into his saddlebag to retrieve his invitation. Holding it out to the guard, he watched as the Pegasus squinted his eyes tightly, overlooked what seemed to be the entire paper, and finally gave a curt nod, stepping away from the theater's entrance to politely allow Noteworthy to continue onward.

Noteworthy gave the guard a raised brow of annoyance before walking in, making sure that the armored Pegasus wasn't looking as he did so. He didn't want to have come all this way, all this time for all of this to end up crashing down onto him because he had made one simple mistake regarding an annoying guard who had possibly stalled him on purpose.

One simple mistake to ruin it all.

Huh.

It sounded familiar to him, to Noteworthy. One simple mistake of his doing to ruin something he was working toward.

One simple mistake.

There were so many things that sprouted into his mind, right then and there. The mistakes he had made in the past fourteen years. So many mistakes in fourteen years alone.

All because of one even bigger mistake that was either a mistake or a blessing to him.

All because of what had happened to him that bright spring day in the fourth grade all those years ago on the playground with the birds chirping and the wind blowing and the professional colts playing their professional games of wall ball as professionals of the sport would.

All because of something he couldn't control, but he had caused.

All because of the same reason Noteworthy now found himself being ushered further into the theater with the light shoving of hooves and the accompanying voices of annoyance now finding their way into his ears. Noteworthy issued a quick sorry to the bothered ponies behind him and shuffled himself into a seat in the middle of the theater's seating area. Sitting in back wasn't a big thing of his when he went to these, and neither was sitting in the front.

Neither fit him, and neither made him feel comfortable.

Too many heads to peek over in the back rows.

Too much to sit in the front rows. He envied the ponies who had the guts to sit in the first row, the ones the closest to the stage, and subsequently, the performing Orchestra.

Noteworthy wished he had guts like them. He sure could use them.

Noteworthy tilted his head up slightly, craning his neck to take his saddlebags off before placing them in the seat next to him. It was a wonder that the guard allowed him to take the bags in; an event as big and great as this surely deserved some sense of security, right?

Then again, Noteworthy doubted anypony would even think of the idea of storming into a concert and just ending others' lives.

Heh.

Noteworthy hated that he had chuckled at that thought. He especially hated how his chuckle dissipated into the hot, heater-induced air of the theater without a single word of regret or guilt. He even hated how uncomfortable the seat underneath him was, some kind of scratchy leather he hadn't felt before and certainly wouldn't want to feel again. He couldn't remember when he had last been in the theater, but he surely would have remembered such horrible viewing furniture. He couldn't complain though.

He was here.

He wasn't home.

And he was here for her.

Noteworthy was here for her.

Noteworthy sat in silence as he turned his attention to the theater's stage, bare empty save for the rows of chairs for the cello, violin, and viola players sitting in a half circle around a small circular space in the front.

He smiled. He remembered why the front podium wasn't up and ready yet. The conductor always had a mobile one. Dan was his name, he believed.

Odd name for a pony, when it came down to it. Dan wasn't really something to associate to anything talent-wise. Noteworthy wondered why his name was Dan, and, knowing what very little things could rhyme with Dan, how he ended up becoming the conductor for the country's highest-esteemed Orchestra and becoming the most loved conductor nationwide.

Noteworthy was about to think of more, but stopped as his ears grew suddenly aware of a loud, very violent pounding. Raising a brow, he turned his head to look for the source. Ponies upon ponies met his golden eyes. The theater sure was crowded. Noteworthy wondered for a brief second why nopony was sitting directly behind him or why nopony was cramped up next to him in his row, but he stopped himself as the pounding grew more evident.

Brow still raised, he slowly looked down and felt a hoof to his chest, feeling for his heart.

Nope.

Nope.

Bump- nope.

Noteworthy frowned.

Bump. Bump.

Golden eyes grew as wide as their owner's untouched dinner plates.

Bumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbump.

The hoof lifted itself off his chest, Noteworthy sitting silently on his haunches as they rubbed against the uncomfortable, scratchy leather seat in the hot, heat-stroking air of the crowded but not crowded royal theater.

Well.

That was worrying.

Noteworthy's head suddenly snapped up at the sound of thunderous applause, both from the racket in the viewing area above his head, to the loud stomping and clapping around him on ground floor. Golden eyes flew to the front, to the stage.

The curtains opened, and Noteworthy's smile on his face grew deeper and larger as the first pony stepped out, a light blue Unicorn with a violin engulfed in a light green aura hovering next to him, nine likewise ponies following him as they filled the left side of the stage to the audience. Another Unicorn soon trotted out of the right curtain as well, a pair of violas grasped in his magic as well, a mare and six others following suit as they filled the next row of chairs, the lead Unicorn passing his second viola to the mare next to him with a large grin on his face.

Noteworthy's smile deepened.

Up next were the cellos. The first Pegasus trotted onstage, her cello perfectly positioned on her back and encased in her wings' grasp. Behind her were the rest, who sat in the remaining chairs.

Noteworthy tensed. Up next were the double basses.

He swallowed a lump in his throat.

His heart pounded.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

This was the moment he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The curtain rustled.

This was it.

A hoof stepped into view.

Noteworthy smiled.

This was it-

A light green Unicorn mare walked out, her horn a-lit as her bass hovered along with her. As she took her spot on the right side of the stage, the rest of the bassists trotted over and got into position, before all looked toward the lead violinist, who nodded, raised her violin, and began to play an A to get the Symphony warmed up.

They started after one another, ending in the basses as the entire theater was filled with the beautiful setting of strings from the entirety of the Royal Canterlot Symphony.

But there was one missing.

Noteworthy's heart beat in his eardrums.

The sounds of the Symphony seemed to become distant, growing farther and farther away until they sounded like they were at the opposite end of a Hoofball field.

His jaw went slack, remaining open as Noteworthy's mind began to creep to a halt, like a machine after years of non-stop service.

It creaked loudly until it remained still. Dead.

Noteworthy stared blankly into nothing in particular.

Not the stage, not the theater, not the ponies around him, and most certainly not at the Symphony.

No.

No. This couldn't be happening.

It shouldn't be happening.

It couldn't.

Noteworthy stared at a single spot thousands of yards away from him, a look of worry in his eyes and an anxious frown on his face.

Octavia.

Octavia... wasn't there.

There was no sign of her.

Not her bass. Not her stand. Not her friends.

Nopony even mentioned her name. Thinking suddenly, Noteworthy turned his head to find a suited stallion standing idly at the entrance with a grin on his face and a stack of papers sitting on a stool next to him. Calmly getting up, he trotted over to the stallion and didn't so much as even look at him as he picked up a flyer for the concert. Walking back to his seat in a shocked silence, he found himself shakily falling into his seat.

Pulling the flyer out, he flipped through its contents to look for the performing artists for that night.

Finding the page, he looked toward the bottom to find the bassists, skimming through them to look for one name.

One name. One name, the one name of the one mare that he had come here for.

One name, one absent, missing name. There wasn't even a single other pony in the bassist section with a P in their last name.

Her name was just... gone.

No no no no.

That couldn't be. Maybe Noteworthy had just gotten a flyer with her name missing.

Yes. Yes that was it.

Noteworthy craned his neck to peer over the seat in front of him, finding a yellow stallion sitting idly and listening to the grey Unicorn next to him as he talked. In his lap was yet another flyer, Noteworthy's eyes going wide as he bit his lower lip. Thinking quickly, Noteworthy's hooves flew to his saddlebags, coming back out with a single bit. Leaning forward, he slid the bit underneath the grey stallion's chair, eliciting a sudden gasp as the offending pony noticed it, the yellow Earth pony included.

Swiftly, Noteworthy flew over the seat and snatched the flyer, sitting back down before the other two ponies could realize what had happened.

Noteworthy opened the pamphlet as quickly as he had the first one.

And, as the first one, he received the exact same results.

Octavia Philharmonica was completely absent from the Performers section.

Noteworthy's expression flat-lined.

The switch in his head was one to not be trifled with. For most of his life it had remained off, never attempting to move, and never able to in the first place. The rare times it was on were times to be held as his best, and most certainly his favorite.

When he had helped her through her depression.

When he had the band play for her.

When he went to her concerts as a teenager.

When he gave her a gift for her birthday, and how much of a nervous wreck he was.

All the times he had done something for her.

Those were his favorite times. His best, no matter how much he claimed they were his worse, the exact opposite, completely idiotic of him to even do.

They were times when his switch was on.

And with receiving the invitation, with coming to this very concert, it was on.

And with finding the one reason to leave his house, with finding the one thing he lived for, with finding Octavia missing....

....Noteworthy couldn't even believe it himself.

He had no words....

...no words as he quickly gathered his things, throwing on his saddlebags and adjusting the scarf around his neck.

The sole reason he came was gone.

He wondered who would pull such a thing. Who would give him such happiness, such excitement, only to end it with utter destruction.

Noteworthy got up from his seat.

He sniffed.

And turned tail, walking right out of the theater.

Who would do such a thing?

Why would they do it?

For once, Noteworthy was happy. For the first time in what seemed like ages, Noteworthy was happy. He was excited for the future.

Octavia had contacted him. She had wanted him at her concert, something so important to her, and she was not there.

Octavia had not contacted him.

Noteworthy realized this.

It was a fraud. A joke, a cruel, cruel joke.

He had no words. His mind had halted and would not work, could not compute what he was feeling.

Was it anger? Disappointment?

He didn't know.

But he didn't care.

Noteworthy had gone through depression for years upon years. He had experienced so much that nopony should have ever experienced in their entire life. He had succumbed to alcoholism, he had sworn off eating and drinking, he had prohibited sleep. He had cried, he had lied, and he had suffered all because of some stupid mistake that he felt was right, that he felt he wanted. He had worked hard for something that would not for him. He had slaved away for years for something that didn't even care for or, hell, didn't even remember who he was. He had isolated himself from everypony; his neighbors, his friends, his boss, his family. He had made so many enemies, so many friends. He had went through fourteen years of happiness and hell. He had watched as friends left him, ignored him, resented him and his very existence. He had set his own life up for failure. He had made his life the way it was. He had made that decision all those years ago, to fall in love with a single mare that gave him the greatest joy in life. A single, Earth pony mare, who he wanted to fight for in life. A single Earth pony mare who was worth stepping out into the world after months of remaining in solitude.

All. For. Naught.

Noteworthy walked out of the theater, his head low and his mind completely numb.

All for naught. All he had done had led to this deception.

He had known this would happen. He had predicted it when the invitation had first come in.

He had predicted his failure, and still he had persisted and came anyway.

Only to succeed in failing himself. Once again.

Noteworthy walked out of the theater, past the guard and the front gate, past the houses and the ponies.

There was nothing for him.

Noteworthy realized it.

Why else would he not have the one thing he had worked toward for years and years? Why else would he have been stuck in a rut that he couldn't find his way out?

Why else would he be alive? Surely, his mistake had both saved his life and jeopardized it. When he was at a low point, he thought of ending it right then and there. He had been close before. But, when he was at a low point, his mind went out to her. And the thought of her kept him alive.

How it both threatened him and kept him well was beyond him.

Noteworthy said not a single word.

Not a single word as he walked toward the train and took his seat in the back.

Not a single word as his golden irises drifted to the front of the train car.

Seven ten.

Ten minutes for him to find his shortcomings. Ten minutes for his life to come crashing down.

Ten minutes.

Noteworthy fell back into his seat.

He didn't deserve Octavia.

Noteworthy threw his saddlebags off, not even caring for its contents as the bag spilled open and released the suitcase onto the floor.

He didn't deserve his happiness.

Noteworthy looked to the ground in complete silence, eyes dimmed and an almost-nonexistent frown on his face.

He sat there idly, not a single word escaping his mouth or a single sound reaching his ears.

The train moved after what seemed like hours.

The train was dead quiet as it returned to Ponyville.

Ponyville.

The shrouded, blanketed, covered residence of Noteworthy, and the other ponies around him.

It was all so quick.

But he had returned.

Maybe this was his punishment. Maybe Noteworthy was being punished for leaving the place he had grown so accustomed to for years upon years. Maybe it was wrong of him, stupid, idiotic in fact, to leave the place he had been trapped, confined to, for months. Maybe fate didn't want him to leave his house in the end. Maybe fate didn't want him to achieve his goal.

Maybe fate didn't want Noteworthy.

Noteworthy looked outside and watched Ponyville appear through the thick snowfall and the light fog; watched as the train halted, screeching its foreseen return loudly into the train station. Noteworthy got up without a word, walking right out of the train car, opening the door, and coming out into the cold air that bit at his body. He did nothing but look up into the starry, night sky, adjust his scarf, and sniff before continuing on his way back.

Back.

Back to his household.

A place he apparently shouldn't have left.

A place he shouldn't have even opened to a stranger. A stranger who only brought further trouble.

Noteworthy stepped through the snow, listening to the happy sounds of fillies and colts enjoying themselves. Listening to the various groups of ponies caroling on the front porches of various houses as various other ponies either watched in silence or joined them.

It betrayed him. All of it.

All of these ponies were happy. They had people in their lives.

Noteworthy did not.

And Noteworthy was always right. And he knew for sure that he was right about this.

If only he had seen it, discovered it, all those years ago.

Why else would he not have the thing he had worked toward?

Noteworthy found his house.

And Noteworthy pushed his way inside.

After all, he never locked the door.

And, as he stopped in the doorway with the winter breeze blowing into his house from behind him, Noteworthy looked at the darkness that was his humble abode.

He walked over to the living room, his saddlebag and scarf falling to the floor, abandoned.

He turned to his couch, walking over to it in silence.

And finally, finally, fell into it in a depressed hush.

And this way he sat.

He sat.

And he sat.

And he sat.

This was no substitute for the long-forgotten hill, so he did not think.

Noteworthy just sat.

Sat.

The house was quiet, almost too quiet, Noteworthy's low breathing being the only thing stopping it.

Gold stared into absolute nothingness.

His body was wracked with destruction.

And Noteworthy sat.

Sat for what seemed like ages, listening to the tick-tocking of his clock as it continued its horrible onslaught of time.

Noteworthy sat until the sun fell behind the mountains, when the ponies outside retreated to their homes for the coming morning, greeted with presents and good cheer.

Noteworthy sat until the clock ticked to eleven.

And then, suddenly, he got up, and walked around his living room couch to enter the hallway.

He walked for two slow, pained heartbeats, before stopping at his closet door.

His endgame.

He reached for the golden knob, and clicked it open, the door swinging outward with a loud creak.

Golden irises flew to the top shelf.

To his endgame.

Noteworthy's hoof reached for it.

Touching it, the hoof hesitated for a brief second.

Noteworthy grabbed the rope in silence, knowing what was coming next.

Looking down, he found the chair-

Knock.

The hoof around the rope shook.

Noteworthy turned his head slowly, peering at the doorway through the drywall.

His breath was hitched.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No. Don't answer it.

Knock knock knock.

Noteworthy, don't answer it.

The hoof faltered.

Knock knock.

Noteworthy, don't.

The hoof closed the door.

Silence.

Noteworthy, stop.

The hoof joined its brethren as they led their owner to the door.

Noteworthy, don't open the door.

Noteworthy walked around his living room couch. Past the wall of paintings. Past his kitchen.

Noteworthy, stop.

He walked through his living room and turned a left.

Noteworthy faced the door, the door his mind told him not to open.

His hooves shook violently as they stepped to the front door.

Whoever it was, he wondered why they knocked.

Noteworthy raised a shaking hoof, barely sustaining himself from throwing the door open.

Breath pained, he clenched the door knob.

He hesitated.

One, two, three.

He opened the door.

His heart stopped.

His breath halted.

His mind froze.

His eyes widened.

And his mouth went slack.

On his doorstep stood Octavia, a scarf around her neck and an instrument case sitting in the snow next to her.

Noteworthy struggled to formulate words. His breath was caught in his throat, as if he had swallowed gallons of cotton not mere seconds ago. He stood in the doorway, a hoof still pressed against the door. The winter breeze flew through the air, but it neither hindered nor helped him.

He could only watch in complete shock as the two ponies stood silently in the night, the only sound being the wind blowing through the air.

Neither moved an inch.

He stuttered.

"Oc- Octavia...?"

The mare laughed, smiling all the while, before she suddenly pounced, tackling Noteworthy in a bone-crushing hug.

Noteworthy gasped.

The two stood like this for what seemed like a wonderful eternity, locked in each other's embrace with smiles on their faces.

Octavia suddenly spoke.

"I love you, Noteworthy."

His world stopped.

The clouds above hovered in midair.

The snowflakes previously falling ceased.

The birds above halted mid-flight.

And Noteworthy smiled.

And Noteworthy replied.

"I... I love you too, Octavia."

And Noteworthy, for the first time in his life, after five thousand, two hundred and eight days, seven hundred and forty-three weeks, one-hundred seventy-one months, and fourteen long, hard years of his life, a part of his life filled with nothing but depression, anger, loneliness, alcoholism, want, need, and hope, Noteworthy was deeply, genuinely, and utterly happy.

And as the clock turned to midnight, Noteworthy's smile deepened.

For his Sunshine was here.

And here, she would stay.

Author's Note

What a sappy, sappy ending. Oh well, I still thought it was good. I apologize if you didn't think so, however, really I do.

Happy Holidays, everyone. Thank you, so very much, for reading. This has been one helluva long, depressing ride, I gotta admit. Just writing this has made me feel absolutely horrible inside, but now it's done, and the trilogy is finished. Thank you, all of you, for helping me write out three stories about a troubled stallion, something I have and always will consider my greatest works. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I hope every one of you enjoyed this, and are glad to see Noteworthy finally find his Sunshine. I know I have.

Thank you.