Hello, again. Well, our story comes to its conclusion... Well, one of them, anyway. This is the "Depression" ending, and one of a few. By the way, this isn't the "True" ending; That'll be the last one I post up. Anyway, I hope you like it. Oh, and fair warning, there's some slight death in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I only own Amadeus and the plot.

It was a day like any other when Twilight heard the music. One could say she only heard it because she was worried about Amadeus, as he was very fragile, and after his heartbreak the previous day, she wanted to know if he was doing any better. The music today, however, was severely different that his usual piano pieces; It had long, silent spaces between the unmotivated notes that he did play. Naturally, she knew this didn't bode well. She walked up to the door and was about to press the doorbell when a small gust of wind pushed it open; It hadn't been closed correctly. She stepped into the dark hallway and found her way to the workroom.

Amadeus was not in good condition, appearance-wise. He was slumped over, laying his head on the piano keys; His mane couldn't keep itself up at all, and was a depressing shade of gray that Twilight hadn't seen it turn before.

"Amadeus...?" She asked nervously. There was a quiet sigh in response.

At least he's alive, She thought.

"Amadeus, are you feeling any better?"

"No." He said, still staring blankly at the piano keys. "I feel worse than I ever have."

"Um... Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, you could leave. After carefully considering my thoughts, I'm giving up."

"... Giving up what?"

He turned around on his chair and gave her a blank, lifeless stare. He responded with one word, that proved how badly his fragile psyche was broken.

"Life."

He sighed and turned back to his piano.

"I've left a paper right over there, with all the details of what will happen when I'm dead. My will, if you wish to call it that. Take it and leave."

"But Amadeus-"

"I said take it and leave!" He said loudly. His mane spiked up for a couple seconds and turned the slightest bit red, but quickly returned to its gray, lifeless state.

What am I to do...? Twilight thought. If I leave to get help, he'll surely be dead when I get back, so I can't leave him, because I don't want that happening... But if I don't leave, there's no way I can change his mind!

"Go ahead, go get your friends, if you really think that'll help. I promise not to kill myself while you're gone."

"Huh? You-"

"I saw it in your eyes. When someone's thinking of something, you can see it in their eyes."

Twilight blinked a couple times, shook her head, and ran off to get the others.

Amadeus looked after her and smiled sadly.

He lied.

The End

The teenage pegasus closed the book she just finished and looked at the clock on her bedside table. Almost 8:00. Any time now, her mother would come in and tell her to go to bed.

"Honey, it's almost bedtime."

Sure enough, her mom came in and said what she said every night. The daughter sighed and put the book back on its shelf haphazardly before snuggling under the blanket. Her mom smiled and turned out the light.

The mom looked out the window at the night sky and saw a bright full moon. With a sad smile, she waited until her daughter went to sleep, and then went outside to visit a house.

It was a dark, unpainted, slightly broken house, but she went inside anyway. She went down the dim, painting-lined hallway and to a room full of unfinished art projects that were covered in cobwebs and dust. She looked around, at the canvases, at the stage, at the piano, and sat down in a dusty chair. Moments later, the piano started playing a quiet tune. Shortly after, the transparent image of a black unicorn with a yellow mane appeared, playing the keys with masterful precision. A ghostly voice echoed around the room, singing a quiet song.

"I didn't want to do it..." It sung in a low voice,

"But really, why live on?

Friendship and love both left me...

And will to live was gone..."

The spirit paused its song to turn its head slightly, seeing the one that had come to hear his performance. He smiled slightly, and resumed the song.

"I knew my thoughts, I know what's true,

I still think this choice was right, too...

But, I'm sort of happy now...

In the end, it all worked out..."

The song ended with a dying flourish, and the ghost turned to look at the one that was watching.

"I guess..." He said with a sigh. He looked out the window, at the moon. "Well, you know, ghosts can only exist when the moon's light is illuminating where they died... The moon's about to rise and move out of the way... If you want to hear another performance, come back at night when there's a full moon again, like you've been doing for the past years... But for now, I bid you adieu..." He paused and looked at her face one more time. A heartbroken smile crossed his face, and he turned back to the piano, "Fluttershy."

With a slight wave, the image flickered and died as the moonlight left the piano's area, leaving only shadows.

A/N: I don't think this one was good. I liked the idea in my head, but it didn't come out the way I thought it would when I typed it. Oh, well, I know how the next ending's going to go; That ought to be much better.