Octaivia sighed softly as the door to the apartment clicked behind her. She knew full well that Vinyl would be heartbroken but she just couldn't make her go through dealing with her parents. She was making the best choice for them both. She picked up her bag and her cello case before walking down the stairs, the urge to run back inside growing stronger with each step. She finally reached the bottom and started towards the nearest train station, hoping to catch the next one back to Fillydelphia where her parents were still living.
The ticket was twenty bits, a bit pricey but not unreasonable considering the distance. The train was scheduled to leave in just over an hour, giving the mare time alone with her thoughts, something she had been trying to avoid since she had made the decision to leave. She hadn't originally planned to leave. She'd really wanted things to work out between her and Vinyl but her father would never let that happen. He would never leave them alone. And she couldn't put Vinyl through that. She cared for her too much...
She looked around, seeing the few other ponies who were catching the late night train before looking down, staring at her ticket. She couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she smiled when she slept. The ridiculous way that she'd turn her speakers all of the way up when making music, only to play the same sound over and over again, changing it in ways so subtle that only the DJ could hear the difference, wanting every song to be perfect. Any time she would finish a song she'd listen to it over and over again on full volume before dragging Octavia in to hear it again, only without the walls to mute it to a semi reasonable volume. What she wouldn't give to listen to another one again...
The train pulled into the station right on time, the sound of the whistle and the cheerful conductors call snapping her out of her daze. She quickly stood, lifting her baggage and trotted towards her car, struggling to hold back her tears. At last, she set her case on the carrying rack and sat down, looking out the window at the station. She knew that Vinyl would be standing on this very platform first thing in the morning, looking for her. She could almost picture her there, her bedraggled mane that she had every morning. Her glasses that she always wore outside actually missing for once. She shook the thoughts from her head before turning away from the window, trying to just clear her mind.
The train pulled away, giving her car a soft jerk as it began to move. She sighed, knowing that there was no turning back now.
Octavia snorted, her eyes opening as the train screeched to a halt, the warm morning light sifting in through the window. She looked around, her still half asleep mind expecting to see Vinyl sitting next to her. She sighed softly, the music she'd been hearing coming from another pony in the seat across from her head bobbing in time to the music audible through her headphones. The cellist smiled softly, the headphones were the same as Vinyls, colour and all. She'd tried to tell Vinyl that they weren't soundproof. She wasn't sure how many times she'd told Vinyl that she'd hurt her ears if she kept the volume that high. Supposedly her headphones were soundproof but...
She stopped, shaking the thoughts from her head. "Excuse me sir? Would you please tell me what stop this is?" She says, looking up at the usher who was checking the passengers tickets.
"Yes ma'am. We're just arriving at the train station in Phillydelphia. This is your stop yes?"
She nodded, stretching and standing up, reaching up to grab her bag from the overhead storage. She made her way down the aisle and stepped off of the train, looking up at the street sign. The station sat on Fourth street, her parents were on twenty-ninth. She waved at a cab, smiling at the driver as he pulled to a stop.
"Would you take me to thirty-four fifty-three on twenty-ninth street please?" She asked.
He nodded, "Sure, that'll be forty-three bits miss."
She frowned. "You...wish me to pay before we arrive? I've never heard of this in a taxi company before."
"It's a new policy. Too many people been jumpin' out without payin' up." He replied, the distinct Filly accent thick in his voice.
Octavia smiled a little, remembering just how thick her own accent had been while she was growing up. "Oh alright. I understand. "
She reached into her saddlebags, digging around for her purse. Her smile faded as she realized that she'd left her purse sitting on the bathroom counter back at home. "Oh...crap...Could you maybe make an exception just this once? I just got off the train and I must have left my purse back at home. The address I gave you is my parents and I'm sure they'd be happy to pay you back."
"Ah...lady? Ya look sweet and all but it's against company policy. You'll just have to find some otha' way to get to ya moms house. Have a nice day ma'am." He gave her a smile and rolled up the window, driving off.
Octavia sighed, watching the yellow cab drive off down the street. She shouldered her bag again and started her walk, heading off in the direction of her parents.