You’d always felt like a third wheel.

Unimportant.

Never priority.

Always,

Always,

Second best.

My heart dropped when I saw you, crying in the amphitheater. Silent tears rolling down your face, occasionally you would make a small cry, but that’s it.

I walked over, my hooves making small clopping noises on the amphitheater’s floor as I walked through the stands to wear you sat.

“Hey..“