Sunlight streamed into the half open window. Another day just like any other: Quiet.
It was early still, but he fully expected things to stay as they were. It had been like this for … how long now?
He shook the thought from his head, reminding himself to stop thinking about it. It was quiet, and that was nice.
Besides, he still had his chores to do. He gripped an old worn rag in his hoof, thankful he was so tall and didn't have issues with normally hard to reach places.
His clock ticked away, monotonously running throughout the day. Much like him … no, this was fine. He was just a little bored.
Tick … tick … tick … He was counting again.
He walked over to the door and put his hoof on the handle … then let it drop as he turned away. He didn't have any reason to go out.
“Nopony wants you out there anyway.”
He bit his lip as he pushed the thought from his mind. It was going to be another one of those days. He went quickly back to his chores, trying to keep his mind clear.
“Why do you bother? Nopony's come by in at least a month, that's not changing any time soon.”
He grit his teeth and tried humming to drown out the thoughts.
“Why don't you just go?! Nopony wants you here!”
He stopped and listened to the ticking, counting each second as it passed.
“Why would you think anypony would want to be your friend?”
The voice of his mind took a more hostile tone as it continued. He covered his ears, though he knew it wouldn't help.
“You'll always be alone. Nopony wants to talk to an ugly, stupid, pathetic, useless pony like yourself.”
He wanted to stop, he wanted to go back to the quiet. But he couldn't let himself forget this. He wanted to, but he couldn't.
He took a shaky breath, holding back his tears. He didn't want to start crying.
“Go ahead, you damn foal.”
He clutched the dusting cloth tighter as a tear rolled down his cheek.
“See, you're crying and there's nothing going on. What, you're lonely? Like you're the only one who doesn't get to have friends?” His mental voice berated him. “Other ponies deal with it just fine. You're not special. Live with it!”
He sat quietly on the floor, reminding himself of why he lived here. Why he was alone. Why he'd always be alone.
He dropped the rag. It didn't matter anyway, nopony ever visited him. Why did he bother?
He hung his head as he walked over to the couch and collapsed. Trying to convince himself that it was all for the best that he just stay here and not bother anypony.
The seconds ticked away as he lay in silence. “It's okay. You like the quiet, remember.”