I'm falling. I always have been, but only now is it both literal and metaphorical. I'm falling in love, and now I'm falling down. Way down. It's the only way I can save myself now. From them, from the world - from her. In fact, I'm saving them more than I am myself. I've done the wrong my whole life, and now I see that.

The only problem is, I'm met with opposition. They say the others are wrong. I don't think so, but they seem adamant. Who's wrong? My friends, who would never stray from my side, but would also lie to spare my feelings? Or the ponies who I've hardly known, yet are as blunt as a pole?

That's a question I wish I could answer.

Rated Teen for sensitive subjects and mild sensuality.