Small warning for material ahead: This story will contain scenes with fictional drugs, and maybe some rather depressing material down the line. Figured that I would let people know before they start to read, as there are some that do not want to read that material.

How long has it been? Months? Years? Lord knows that I have started to lose track of the days ever since that fateful night. .. Why could I have been there for her? All of those times that she asked me to come to her show, and I just brushed her off like some unimportant rodent, never even giving a thought to how my careless actions were effecting her. I never took time to be with her... To think I had finally worked up the nerve to tell her how I felt, only to have my stupid decisions blow up in my face. This is where my bad choices got me in the end. Sitting here in this gutter, thinking about what I could have done differently. Holding the pieces of by broken heart in my shaking hooves.

This story will be taking place a couple of years after the events of "I Am Octavia" and will be mostly told from the perspective of Vinyl with some third person scenes from Octavia's perspective. After Octavia severed her ties with Vinyl on the fateful night, both were crushed. For Octavia, she was able to get back on her hooves after a couple of weeks, devoting herself more and more to her music until finally everything returned back to an acceptable norm. However for Vinyl the hardship had impacted her much more. Secretly she had cared about Octavia much more then the friendship that they had, but she was always worried to risk the current relationship that they had.

As always feel free to comment about anything that you wish to. All forms of criticisms will be accepted in reasonable bounds of course. Hopefully you enjoy the story!