I was worried about him. I had done something. I was worried sick that he had done something because I had done something. I hated myself because of that.

Was I going to try and avoid him? These thoughts rushed past me so fast. I felt like I didn't have control. Adrenaline was rushing through my veins and into my bloodstream so fast, I felt light headed. I felt anxiety. I felt feelings. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack.

All at once, everything happened. It was so fast, but the best moments are the quickest.

Instincts kicked in, and I forgot about me avoiding him. Without him noticing me, I ran to him with such swiftness and speed. I forgot about my plan to avoid everyone.

I pretty much tackled him into a hug. I hugged him tightly. "Thank you..." I whispered. I didn't think he heard me. I trapped him into his own arms. He didn't even have the chance to hug me. He couldn't.

The hug was quick, but it lasted. In a quick flash, I spoke my last words before running off swiftly: "Farewell."

The visions were over. They both seemed to be about that same male pony. I wanted to meet him... I needed to meet him. But the future already held the time of when and where I would meet him, so I trusted the future.

I looked back at Looka, and then looked to the ground. It wasn't true. I would never be alright. I couldn't answer her...

"I know you don't believe that now, but you will. I'll make sure of it." She replied to my own thoughts. I looked back up at her, and was brought back to the original point of why we came to where we were.

"Okay, what did you want to tell me?" I asked.