Rarity sits in her living room, far from Canterlot, enjoying what is to be her last glass of wine for the evening. Before her is a pad of paper, to record her thoughts, and a cocktail of narcotics that will be more than adequate at ending her life.

Another life lost in the City of Lights.

Written for Monochromatic's RariTwi Bomb. If you enjoy this one, do try and read the others, including Typoglyphic's.

Proofread by the studious Undome Tinwe, I owe you yet another.

"And thanks for offering a story different from other stories in the bomb. It certainly stuck out ..." - Ice Star