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// XV 
// Story: Fifteen Pages 
// by NaiadSagaIotaOar 
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And now.
 
The last page.
 
In front of Canterlot High School, there was a statue of a horse, stood atop a rectangular pedestal of stone.
 
And, scattered across the ground in front of the pedestal, shards of glass twinkled under the starlight. Little jagged mirrors, dropped in disarray. A few were marked with small drops of blood.
 
The sledgehammer leaning against the pedestal was much the same. As was this last page. Glass was such a dangerous substance.
 
It hurts, the words on the page say. I hoped it wouldn’t, but I think I knew it would.
 
But it’s done.
 
A corner of the page was crumpled—a weary brow had fallen upon it, labored breaths warming the paper.
 
I hope I don’t miss her.