Glass Never Breaks in Equal Shards

Walker had broken out of his shy, introvert shell. He broke the emotional walls of his depression. He let in friends... In fact, He didn't even go to school anymore....Once his suspension was up, Twilight offered to tutor him, as well as get rid of his newer scars..... She wasn't exactly a teacher, but he was given all the work from home. So his school DID send work, ant He couldn't ask for a better teacher. He had made friends with all of Pinkie's friends. He helped them out in the winter wrap up, and did all that he could to help Pinkie, and all his friends.. Yep...He called them friends.....And he ACTUALLY meant it. With all his heart, he meant it.

In fact, Princess Celestia Included a 7th ticket for the Grand Galloping Gala this year.

"Hey, Walker!" Pinkie exclaimed.

"Yeah?" Walker replied.

"How would you like to join us in the grand galloping gala! All 7 of us have tickets, thanks to the princess!" Pinkie excitedly stated.

"WHOA! How?"  Walker had never been invited to anything. This was interesting.

"Twilight knows the princess personally! She has connections." Pinkie giggled.

"Well.." Walker began. "I don't have a tuxedo, or a suit, or anything of the sort." Walker said, disappointed.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll make you one, free of charge!" Rarity said.

"Wait, for free?!" Walker exclaimed, almost not believing it.

"Of course, I make free attire for all my good friends!" Rarity said. Walker smiled gracefully.

"Thank you, so much!" Walker hugged rarity, and thanked her.

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"Well, what do you think?" Rarity asked. Walker had just put on the suit that Rarity made for him. It was black and white, simple, but very nice looking. "I'm used to dresses, but I hope you like it."

Walker examined himself in the full body mirror. He turned around, and looked at his hooves. It was just the way he liked his clothes, black, white, and simple. "I love it!" He said sincerely. "I wouldn't be able to wear anything other than black and white, and I like the yellow rose you used here!" Indeed. Walker's eyes were yellow still...They had been since the hospital. It's as if he knocked some sense into himself....Or an angel did.......

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It was that night. The grand galloping gala was tonight. Walker was sure to bring his guitar, to make a few tips. I mean, with ponies pocketing THAT much money, I'm sure he'd get some good tips. He actually wrote a few songs out. As well as rehearsed some of his improvised lyrics, that he never got to  make full songs, making sure he could continue. He was a great improviser.

But he thought about it. The way he played guitar best, was during a state of depression. He had made most of his old songs with depressing lyrics, as well as felt every word of them. "I'll have to try it anyway" He told himself.

The train to Canterlot. It was a long ride. "Get comfortable, It's a lengthy ride." Pinkie said. "I'll be Okay. I have my guitar, I can play while we're riding. And so he did. This was actually the first time He'd touched his guitar since before school. He still knew how to play everything. All the memory was pretty much in his hands. He sung one song that he wrote after the hospital....He named the song, "Awaken to Hope. Breathe into Life"

I felt my soul giving up

no one to care, no luck

I've had my troubles, day and day

but now it's okaaay.....

It's okaaaaayy X2

I felt my world crash before me

A song to sing never will be

happy or satisfied

My heart was cold inside

I wasn't what I said I was

I wasn't where I wanted to be

This wasn't how I planned it

I didn't want to look and see

Look and seeee X4

I've broken the walls

come out of my shell

It was far too long

You could tell

I've broken the seal

And Now I can feeeeeel

Happiness

Past the shame

Past the sorrow....

Past the grief,

And past the sadness......

And I'm okay......

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The gang clapped. They liked it a lot it seemed. Walker felt really good about himself. He couldn't help but smile. His bright yellow eyes were always a good sign for Pinkie...And everyone else for that matter.

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It was getting close to the half way mark. The train stopped at a station in Manehatten. Walker looked out the window. "This is your hometown, right?" Pinkie asked, even though she knew the answer. "Yep." Walker said. The train was now done boarding.

One of the passenger's caught Walker's attention. She sat in the row across from Walker. A few seats down. Walker observed her. She was A familiar looking mare. She had a white mane, and a dark blue coat. She was reading a thin book. "Dealing With Runaways. Help Your Child Come Home" A flash in Walker's mind came into view. He DID run away. But from his grandmother's house. She had a scar on her chest. It had stitches. They looked quite old. Quite ready to come out. Another flashback. His mother getting stabbed.... "No....It's not possible..." He told himself. The last thing he saw that looked familiar, was her cutie mark. A paint brush, and a color palette. His mother was an amazing painter, and THAt was HER cutie mark.

Walker was completely nervous, and afraid at the same time. What should he say? She was looking for him! She might even notice him any second. He had to act now.

"You okay?" Pinkie asked. "You look worried." "I am....." Walker replied softly. Walker got up slowly. And went to the mare....He was near her. She didn't notice him just yet........

"Mom?......." He said. Almost tearing up.....