Vinyl Scratch is a pony who likes to challenge herself. Octavia is not.

Too bad Vinyl Scratch loves Octavia.

This story is a sequel to I am Octavia

This is the sequel to my 'I am Octavia'. (P.S. You do not need to read it to read this story, but it's recommended.)

EDIT: A threequel is here! A Fall in Fall

After 'I am Octavia', Octavia finally caved in. Not everyone can lose their best friend turned life partner, and not everyone can stand up from it. She leaves Vinyl after a devastating phone call, and she regrets it, but will she be in time to reconcile with her love?

Changed the pic once. Source: http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/103/2/6/octascratch_by_donusaur-d61jenn.jpg

"Twilight isn't exactly a social pony." Could win me the Understatement of the Year award.

However, what most ponies don't know is that Octavia, a high-class socialite, isn't exactly much better herself, despite countless rumours about a liason between her and a certain DJ.

Now, drawn back to the upper-classes that she tried so desperately to get away from, can Twilight Sparkle find solace, and companionship, from one of the very socialite ponies of her past that she is so desperate to escape?

We always were kinda an unlikely couple, but I don't think I would've had it any other way. We loved each other and that was always good enough for me. And now, after she's gone, I visit her every week, bringing with me a flower and a song.

Written for a one hour Hearts and Hooves day writing challenge.

Memories, what is a memory? Is it merely the electrical sparks that happen in our brain to pull up a certain chain of thoughts that paint a picture of a past that may or may not have happened? Is it something that is irrefutable, will always be right at all times and if you recall it then it happened some how some way? Or is it something beyond that? When someone passes, do they move on, or are our memories all that remain of them? Or, perhaps, do they exist only within their own memories?

When we lose all of what makes our world be special, how can we even bear to keep going in life? How does one even begin to start coping with such a thing? One cellist, called Octavia by those who knew her, does just this. She throws the cruel destiny that the harsh fates had bestowed upon her aside and stands proudly upon the stage of the world to play her instrument, her life, louder than any other.

She plays on the strings that make no sound.

Super-special thanks to the artist who let me use his art! Here's his page! Link

Posted on EqD (11/22/2012) EqD Page.

Vinyl Scratch walks into a bar. There is no punchline.

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Featured on Equestria Daily (6 Nov 2012)
Inducted to the Pony Fiction Vault (10 May 2013)
Dramatic Reading courtesy of Farnsey's Fanfiction Theatre 3000
Live-Reading courtesy of the Living Library Player Society

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Hey, everyone. OtterMatt here. Just for the record, I’m not coming back to FimFic. Not ever. I’m sorry to say it, but my life has moved on, as it were, and writing just isn’t a part of it anymore. That being said, I love these stories of mine very much. There’s a lot of myself that I put into them, and at least a couple people have told me that these stories meant a lot to them as well. So, for those people, and for anyone else who enjoys my work in the future, I’m charging my friend Spabble here with curating my completed stories. Thank you all for the love, the faves, and the support as I grew and learned. Keep doing what you love, and the best of luck to you all.

After realising her dream was not playing in the Canterlot elite Octavia moves back to Manehattan. Though how will Vinyl react when her former best friend in the world comes back after not having spoken in five years? Will their relationship ever be the same, or have they both changed?

A/N After I had to cancel my old VinylxTavi fic I decided that I would start a new one. There's really no similarities from the last fic to this so don't fret if you have not/have read it. Now I'll have to give a huge shoutout to NotTheOP for editing my story once more. That guy is my savior!

Is it too late? Will there be another chance? But all the Why didn't I's in the world can't fight the truth of a situation. Missed chances and brushed over moments queue up to charge their toll.

Vinyl lives a rough lifestyle, and it grates on more than just her health. When Octavia comes looking for her, Vinyl flees out of shame.