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// Anger - SlightlySerious 
// Story: The Jazzy Fillyfooling Group Collab 
// by The Princess Rarity 
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“Dammit!”

“‘Tavi, I-”

“No! Shut up!”

“I just wanted to-”

“What?!” Octavia was yelling at the top of her lungs as she clutched the shards of wood and pieces of string that used to be her cello. “Say you’re sorry? Because sorry just fixes everything, doesn’t it?!”

“It was an accident!” Vinyl pleaded. “How was I supposed to know that the speaker would fall?!”

Octavia could feel the tears in her eyes as she attempted to pick up the pieces of the instrument that had  been in her family for generations. “Well you shouldn’t have been so... so stupid!” She clutched the largest surviving piece to her chest; she didn’t even try to hold back the tears. Only moments passed before she felt a soft hoof on her back, but she quickly swatted it away.

“Just go away Vinyl.” She wasn’t yelling this time; her voice was broken and cold. “I just don’t want to see you anymore.”

The hoof was gone, but she could still feel the DJ’s eyes upon her. She wanted the feeling to go away; she wanted to be alone.

“Octavia...” she heard quietly; the voice only made her hug the broken wood of the cello more tightly as she sobbed. She wanted to look back; she wanted to see the mare that was trying so hard to be her friend; she wanted to see the pony that she called her marefriend.

In a moment of bravery, she glanced away from her broken instrument to look over her shoulder.

Nothing.

Vinyl was gone.

She was alone.