Best to be Alone  
by RestartBob
 
I had to get away. Run away from the cheerful party ponies and out into the cold.
 
It wasn’t that they were being unkind, rather the opposite. Some were trying to help, albeit in the generic and unhelpful ways. I could not escape the thoughts of her. Why did she act like she cared? What did I do wrong?
 
 
The cold was good; the snow refreshing. I slowed and came to a stop in a wooded lot. It was enough to rest in the snow, allowing the cold to freeze some sense into my mind. My heart slowed and it was peaceful.
 
In a short while, I forced myself to rise and return to the party. No one asked where I went.