Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
I listened to the metronome count away the seconds.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
You're wasting time.
Tick tock, tick tock, tic- I put my hoof onto the metronome and turned it off. You're wasting time... I know, I know that I'm wasting time. I've been wasting time for two whole years. Just delaying something that everypony had to face... death. And each day that passes it got a little harder to visit her, the mare I love, Vinyl Scratch. Each day I would think of visiting her but I could never do it, I could never work up the courage to accept that she was gone and never coming back. Every day I come back to the old apartment that we used to call home, expecting to hear heavy bass rattling the door as I try to unlock it. I used to hate it but now... now I'm sad that I won't come home to the deafening noise.
I sighed and walked over to the closet, I picked out a scarf at random and threw it around my neck. Today I was going to do it, I was going to visit her and tell her that I'm sorry. Sorry that I forgot about her, sorry that I got so caught up in my work that I neglected her, sorry for every time I walked out of that door. 'Sorry I have a show tonight Vinyl. Is tomorrow fine?' I always has an excuse. Work, work, work. So caught up in work that I forgot to make time for the important things.
I walked over to the door and opened it with a hoof. I walked threw it and shut it close behind me, pulling a key out of my mane as I did so and flicking it into the lock. I pulled it out and walked down the stairs. What makes today different? Why am I doing this today? Why did I have to be the one to say goodbye? These questions swarmed in my head as I made my way to the door at the far end of the lobby.
I yanked the door open to let in mother natures fury. I walked into the furious winter storm with my scarf whipping around me as the winds fought to keep me indoors. But now, this time I was going to do it. I trudged through the heavy snow, making my way to the place I knew she'd be. Manehatten cemetery for the dead. I could see the sign from here, it beckoned to me, promising peace of mind and peace for my lover. I stopped at the gate, this is the farthest I've gone; always stopping at the gates. I pushed them open and they let out a tortured shriek. I walked into the cemetery, pausing to examine my surroundings.
Where was she? I turned left, looking for the neon blue of her mane. I saw a blue flash out of the corner of my eye and turned to see a tomb stone.
Vinyl Scratch
1991-2015
Cause of death:
I turned the corner whistling a merely song that I couldn't quite remember the name of and pulled at my keys before stopping in front of a strangely silent door. She must be sleeping I thought to myself, it is rather late after all. I jammed the key set into the door and entered, slowly lowering my cello case to the ground as I trotted over to the bedroom. Nothing, the bed was made and looked like no one had slept in it for days. I called out her name and the room echoed it back to me. I began searching the house, the living room, kitchen, spare bedroom. Nothing, I stopped in front of the bathroom door and knocked. No response, I opened the unlocked door and saw my lover strewn across the floor with three wide cuts on each of her front hooves and vodka bottles broken around her. And a note so covered in blood that I had trouble reading it.
Dear Tavi
I love you, I still do even after my death. I love you with all my heart but I never saw you. Your were always working, providing money for us. But I couldn't take it, I offered to come with you to a few of your concerts or tours but the fancy nobles would just laugh when they see me and kick us out. I couldn't take it anymore, not seeing you, not seeing your beautiful smiling face. I've only seen you twice in the past few months and even then it was a never for long. I love you, and you should never forget it.
Vinyl.
Suicide
I felt tears begin to brim at my eyes. This was my fault, my fault she was dead. I just ignored her like she'd always be there when I'd got back. I never saw the pain behind those brilliant red eyes of hers, silently asking me to save her. I thought there would always be time for us later, that my fame and fortune was more important.
I felt the tears that my eyes fought to keep at bay break loose and begun to run rivets down my fur before falling to the ground. I failed her and now she's gone. Gone forever. And even after she died I ignored her. For two years I refused to go to her grave. I didn't even show up for her funeral, she deserved better than me. Somepony less selfish, willing to put her in front of their work. If I could make that choice know I would choose her in a heartbeat. But there really is no such thing as a second chance.
"Tavi..." I whipped my head around, I knew that voice, I listened to it for years and even as the rest of her fades from my memory her voice still remained strong. "Tavi..." I heard the voice whisper my name again, I couldn't tell where it came from.
"Tavi... I was so lonely... you left me alone here for two years. Not a word, not a visit." I saw a ghostly white mare with dull red eyes trot out of a gravestone. "You just left me... I loved you, but you tortured me wit every lie and broken promise you made. I cried every night you were gone, but I couldn't take you from your dream. You were so happy and it was slowly killing me." I tried to form a response to the ghostly mare's words but my voice wouldn't work.
"I thought you would learn something when I died, I came to see you even when you ignored me but you were doing the same thing you always did. Working, ignoring everyone else and working your life away." She turned around and walked back into the headstone. "And the funny thing is I still love you..."
Author's Note
I don't know what possesses me to write fanfics at 1am.
