Broken Heart needs Therapy

Broken Heart unpacked his things at the inn he was staying in.
He sighed.
If it were up to him, he wouldn't be seeing a therapist.
But of course his coworkers in Manehattan sent him all the way to Ponyville for therapy.
In Broken Hearts eyes, therapy was a waste of time.
No pony, no matter how hard they tried, can just simply take away all his bad memories.
And being in Ponyville wouldn't help him at all.
After the things that happened here.
He gloomily picked up his cat, Hemlock, and went across the street to the "life guidance" office.
He sat down on the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room and waited for his appointment.

Tacha happily skipped across the street nothing in the world could bug her. as she pranced along ponyvile she looked through all the store windows along the way including the waiting room of the therapy building. she momentarily cringed. why would anypony willingly go in there. she was about to move on when she saw a movement in the room, the guy in there had a cat!!! she so loved animals not as much as she locved foals but animals did come a close second. cheerfully she walked through the door only to hear the little bell ring as she did so. she was in such good moods that this made her burst laughing and she exited only to come back in to hear the bell once more. she did this quite a few times before taking a seat next to the only other pony in the waiting room.

she happily swung her legs back and forth in her chair like a hyper child. normally she would never talk to a pony she didnt know without them first starting the conversation but she was in such high spirits today and his cat was joyously lounging on his lap. how could she not feel immediate trust for him? animals always know best. "i like your kitty!!" she piped a little too loudly.