I instantly denied my first question. I didn't deserve happiness, what was I thinking? I already knew the answer. I would still fall to the same sorrow that I've been buried alive in my whole life.

I needed to know what tomorrow would bring. It scared me. I wanted to plan out life, but life didn't work that way. I was a never-ending paradox. I wanted to plan, but I still went with the flow. I preach to others about why they deserve happiness, then deny it when they do the same for me. It's because they actually deserved it, I didn't. I wanted to be alone, yet I couldn't bare being lonely. Was this how my life would work out? A paradox of decisions? I knew I wouldn't make it out alive. It was only a matter of time.

I shook not only with fear and uncertainty, but I shook with sadness, and emptiness. For I, could not feel anything. I was numb, and somehow, even though I wanted to be numb, numb was worse than sadness. I feel until I cannot feel anything at all... I cry until no tears will dare to flow throughout my eyes... 

I was breaking even more. I thought I was broken, but I guess broken was being broken itself. Everything shattered. Good. Suffering and pain, that's what I deserved. That's all I will ever deserve.

My eyes started to flow with tears... Painfully, I held them back. I couldn't.

"Please. Just, trust me." The male pony spoke softly. He had a sense of protective aura flowing through his veins. It felt like I wouldn't be hurt, for once.

There stood silence between him and I, just like silence when two lone wolves pass each other on their journey.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, trying to look at me.