The world ends, right? Of course it did. But who in the great struggle to survive the end of ponykind remembered to save the music?

A story build around a series of chord changes from the jazz standard "Blue and Sentimental"--in essence, an improvisation.

Loser of the More Most Dangerous Game contest. Now with Author's notes!

Pinkie Pie is the element of laughter. The town comedian. The pony with all the friends, with no true enemies. She has never been hurt in any way, and she has all she wants and needs. Pinkie Pie has no real reason to feel sad.

So why does she?

(Written based off personal experiences. Would've wrote this is an OC fic, but Pinkie fit better.)

Living in a studio apartment has its upsides. It's quiet, easy to clean, and it's all the space you really need! In fact, being in wide open spaces is kind of a problem for you, and coming home feels amazing after a grueling day outside. It's lucky you have Twilight there to make you feel comfortable and safe whenever you finally shut the door behind you.

Still, there's some part of you screaming that this safety and comfort isn't entirely a good thing. Feeling safe can't possibly be bad, can it?

Warning: This story is not a comedy, and deals with anxiety and phobia. NOT my normal fare.

Reading by Nante HERE!

They say everypony has a soul mate, one being they are destined to find and connect with. If that soul mate is lost it is up to the survivor of the pair to find ways to cope. Some never do.

[ 'True Love' tied for second place in Surry's Eggcellent Egghead Competition! Congratulations to the winner, The DJ Rainbow Dash. ~Adda ]

[ Preread by three of my favorite ponies ever - Wolfcape, Specimen021, and Razzle Dazzle. Thanks for putting up with me! Cover art by Antiander. ]