Walking back home I processed what happened. Their magic was now my magic and this was the weakest thing I could do? What did I get myself into exactly? Stop it. Just think it through. There has to be a reasonable explanation. . . Or maybe there isn't.....

Walking through my front door I make my way to the kitchen. Taking out the vodka I save for rainy days I take a swig. The taste almost made me choke. The fire going down my throat was different. It's like I'm drinking it for the first time! With the amount of times I've drunk this that's not what's supposed to happen. Unless . . It is his first time so I guess he wasn't lying.

There's no way to tell if he's lying to me or not without practice. Besides he may be another one of her tricks. Once we denounced Celestia she tried to pull several different tricks to get us jailed. We both hated that with every fiber of our beings. Even as divine as everyone saw her two loyal zealots suddenly turning on their beloved princess does not look good. Celestia managed to keep the reporters away so no one knew what happened and everyone was curious. Stuff like that doesn't go unnoticed much to her chagrin.

That's what drove us to insanity. She never left us alone. She opened the wound every chance she got. Right now we're at a stalemate. Even though I can't work my house is being paid for. But if I slip up the house is scheduled to be knocked down. That's not an option I'm willing to consider.

Going to the upstairs, I sit on the lip of the tub and stare at the mirror. "Why me?" Simple question with thousands of answers. " Out of everyone in the world why did you choose me?"

"That's an easy one." What? "I had a good feeling about you." Really?! That's it?! "No! I won't accept that answer! There has to be a reason!"
"Tell me. If you had to choose with little information what would you rely on?" Hmmm.... He got me there. You would just have to choose who you thought would be good. In other words, guess.

"What do you really want."
"To help."
"Haha, you have too much anger for that. Don't you remember we're linked." It was true. I felt like there was an inferno in the back of my mind.

". . . Kill them all."
"What!?!" How in Tartarus was I supposed to respond to that!
"These ponys are so stagnant and so soft they don't deserve to live."
Wow! That's a big pill to swallow. Not only do I have someone in my head but said person wants to kill everyone.

Why don't I feel more horrified at this?!? Getting up, I walk into my bedroom and sprawl across my bed. What would she do? "Smile for me." Whipping my head around I see her standing there. "You already know the rest." Rushing over to her I try to touch her but she fades away. Where she once was now sits that box waiting patiently. Lifting up the box I put it on the bed and look what I kept behind it.

Out of context it would seem like any old junk mail but no. It caused me so much pain and heartache just looking at it. To me this holds my fate in it. The question is would you read your lovers suicide letter? The last letter she will ever write. Or would you hide from the truth? Bury that letter to hide from the pain and not face reality. If it wasn't clear, I chose the second option.

But I need to know now more then ever. Shutting my eyes as tight as I could and with one fluid motion I open it and took out the parchment. Holding it at arms length I slowly open my eyes and read.

"My love,

I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I can't recover this time. I have begun to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life. That without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness in my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. If anybody could have saved me, it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of our daughters return. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

I've always loved you."

Reading this my eyes well up. I look at the box with determination. I know what to do and as hard as this path will be I have to go through with it. For Cadence, for Angel, and for me. Opening the box I put on her goggles and scarf to hide my face. Then I put on my fedora all to remind myself that she's always with me and I have to pull through no matter the consequences for us, for Cadence

Going to the mirror I tell the void something that makes him smile ear-to-ear. "Well let's start this massacre." Walking outside I look around trying to decide what my next move should be. Then I see a paper flying in the wind. Catching it I read the headline and feel giddiness at what's to come.

"Manhattan museum grand opening."

Author's Note

Almost there!😋