In The Night

“… My name is Octavia.” Am I?

“Nice name; it’s… elegant, and … refined sort of.”

“Thanks, quite a few people actually say that, except for one.”

“Who would disagree, other than your common pessimist?”

“It was back when I was in Cutie High; a mare told me it was a stupid name, and I had a stupid cutie mark and I’d never become anything.”

“I hope you didn’t believe them, did you?”

“I didn’t believe it, at least not that long.”

“Do you remember her name, what she looks like maybe?”

“No.”

“We were best friends, too, but I guess she didn’t really like me. I don’t know why, but she was always kind of mean to me, even when we first met. I took it though, she was my only friend when I was in school; I really didn’t want to let her go. I guess one day she just couldn’t take me anymore and said that to me.”

“What did you do?”

“I went to the office, crying, and called my mom and asked her to pick me up. I told her some pony took my favorite glasses. No pony really took my glasses, but I left them with that mare; it was the first thing that popped into my head at the time, so I just went with it.”

“Oh... my, that’s… quite a story… um.. did you ever get your glasses back?”

“No, that other mare took them; I don’t know what she did with them, though.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I hope that mare got what was coming to her.”

“Yeah, me too.”

A couple moments of silence passed.

“Well, I’m going to leave you be now, I have some things I need to take care of. I guess I’ll see you around. And I hope your friend in the operating room will be okay; shouldn’t be too long now.”

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to give her your regards.”

With that she left, leaving me to solitude.

“I guess I should get some rest… hhhuuhh… I hope she’s okay.” I looked at my watch, 2:15 AM.