//------------------------------// // The Bridge Of Broken Dreams // Story: anthology of sadness and other stuff // by ponyartist //------------------------------// The Letter Octavia trotted down the streets of Canterlot, as the dim light of the street lamps bathed her in rusty orange silk. Such things of beauty that would go unnoticed by most ponies slipped past her eyes, as she trotted in her melancholy state of mind. Her head was filled with thoughts of things she thought were long since buried away; out of sight and out of mind. She slowed her pace as she came to her destination. It was the Saint Bologna Bridge that spanned the largest river in Canterlot and connected the homes of the upper class scum with the homes of those who lived in garrets. “I never understood why you loved this bridge so much, or why you hated those who lived on the other side. Does that mean you hate me now too?” asked Octavia as leaned against the railing running her hoof across the carvings and reliefs. She took a deep breath of the cold March air, as she looked down at the river below. It’s funny how ponies never take notice of the small things until it’s too late, or that’s at least what she was thinking as she pulled an envelope out of her saddle bag. It was a plain envelope with a simple letter written inside of it. She unfolded the letter, as her eyes scanned over the words once more. Understanding them, but not really feeling them. Hey Tavia I hope you get this, but I know you probably won’t read this. I spouse that’s for the best I mean you have more important things to worry about and if you are reading this I’ll try to keep it short, because I know you hate my bitching and moaning. By the time this letter gets to you I’ll be dead don’t worry about the how, and don’t feel sad or sorry either. I did this because it’s for the best really I get to finally be free of all this guilt and pain and your free of me. I just want you to know that I really did love you and I know I never showed it, but I did so please don’t think I didn’t. I glad that you’re happy and you’ve found someone to hold you and love you better than I ever could, so don’t shed a tear for me. It’s just time I finally took my place where I belong and finally kept a promise I made. I just wanted to write this because I wanted to say good bye and try to end things on a better note, but I guess it doesn’t really matter now. -Petter Octavia just let out a deep sigh, as she laid the letter on the railing and stared of into Luna’s night. Had it really been a year since he did it? Octavia found it hard to believe, but it had happened and the world just kept on spinning like nothing had happened. She just found herself standing there not sure if she should feel something, but knowing that she really didn’t care anymore. Why did she come here than she thought? “I knew you loved me, but I just didn’t love you anymore and if I knew this was why you wanted to meet with me that day I would have. I just wish you could have moved on, but instead you had to take the cowards way out,” whispered Octavia as she stepped away from the railing and turned to start her long walk back home, leaving the letter on the railing to be carried away on uncertain winds.