"Lies and Truth are so flimsy and easily changed to suit one's views."
How far are you willing to look into the abyss? How much help will you take before questioning your life's existence? One pony struggles with depression and faces the ultimate question.
I'd like to thank a few people who helped me out while I was writing this story, for whom offered me their words of help and time out of their day.
The ever wary pacer, the dark yet helpful shadow, the fire loving water legend, and the deranged, socially awkward nutter.
I highly recommend you checking them out.
Chapters (1)
And before anyone asks: yes, I am fine; no, this is not me venting or anything anywhere near that.
Congratulations, I'm crying again. I just want to hold him and tell him that everything's going to get better...
I didn't want to stop reading. My attention usually wanders halfway through fanfics, but I couldn't leave this one.
...I thought that it was going to turn out that it was all just a dream that Luna was giving him. It scares me to think that it was real all along.