Hayride took one last sad look back at his drawing room. So much time spent working on pictures. A year of his life, probably wasted, but if not on art then it would have been on something just as unimportant.
He closed the door behind him and began walking down the hallway. Thinking about all the ponies that had come into his life and had left. He always seem to lose touch with friends. They would stop coming around, they wouldn't call. For a few days at first, that grew into months. There isn't much point in staying somewhere that you won't be missed.
Hayride put on his saddle bags. He wouldn't need his cart. That would be left here with the majority of his possessions. He didn't need reminders of the ponies that had left him. Abandoned him.
He locked the doors and windows, and began to head out. He wondered how long it would be until somepony came looking for him. Weeks? Months? Would they even be worried when they saw that no one was home? Would anypony even notice? It's really a moot point, nopony had ever tried looking for him before. This wasn't the first time he left a place because he was unwanted, and it surely wouldn't be the last.
As Hayride reached the top of the hill he took one last look at his barn and beyond that Ponyville. He wondered for a moment if he was overreacting....Maybe everypony was just busy.
Oh, well. If they wanted to find him it wouldn't be too hard. He hoped that one pony would, but his luck wasn't that good....
(You guys have fun without me!)