Melodies of a Valorous Vagabond

So naturally, good times don’t last forever. Around when I turned nineteen, Color had to go. He was only going to Canterlot, but granted I was old enough to live on my own it’s not like he would come back to check up on me. I had gone to the train station with him, and even sat there for hours after his train had left. He was may only truly good friend, and I didn’t know if I would ever see him again. It was like with my father, he left of a trip, and we still hadn’t seen him for almost seven years. I didn’t know what to think. I was lost for the longest time just trying to readjust.

Yes I know I was an adult. Yes I know I shouldn’t have been moping around over this. Fact of the matter is though, I couldn’t help myself. It was like the loss of my mother all over again. Berries hadn’t taken it so hard due to her uncanny ability to go out and actually make friends. I just did what I could to keep up. I tried to work to get my mind off of things but my brain loves to wander. I spent who knows how long thinking about if I would ever see my best friend again, and it got bad.

Fast forward a couple years of repetitive nothingness and I was twenty-one. Around this time I had almost given up on ever seeing Color again. I don’t know if you know what that feels like, losing a friend, but it sucks. It became hard over time to even get up out of bed in the mornings. Needless to say, circumstances were going from bad to worse in my head with each passing day. Which is why the next year’s events were so great.