> When we all fall down
>  by Tyrant
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> The time is now
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	So many times had you wished for this moment. So many times had you smiled in perfect distaste of the situation as her lips would fall upon yours, and those words whispered of "I love you" she would dare to say to you. How much bile did you have to swallow as you repeated the same? How much had you dreamed of this day where you would stand and glance one last time and not want to look back?


You had torn up any pictures that contained the two of you smiling happily. Some with her friends included, your rage had seen to that. The mental image from that day as she cried someone else's name burned into your minds eye. It had fueled your rage, enough to even take the bed you both shared to the back, farther away than you anticipated and watch it burn. You didn't want the animals to suffer, nor Angel bunny either. You were buds with that little guy, and now.. now you were going to leave it all behind. For what? For what?! So she could be unfaithful?! So she could fuck someone else while you sat here, awaited her return, and be ignorant of the fact she was with someone days ago?


Than a thought had occurred, which is what made you do the final act, the pictures were one thing, the bed another, all things that connected you two were destroyed as well. Gifts bought broken, left so she could know, so she would know it was you who had done it. Grabbing some paint, and a small brush you would leave a final mark, one that would show her you knew of her betrayal. On the bathroom mirror, you left with red paint one word, something you knew would leave her crying and ashamed. No more tears for you though as you finished the last letter with a stroke. They tried to leave but you fought them with all of the rage still burning in you to be still. On her mirror the word : WHORE.


Now, you had your bags packed, slung over your shoulder and a coin-purse heavy with bits on both sides of your belt. To hell with this farce any longer, you would no longer wear a mask faking anything else ever again. Angel stared at you, his ears dropped behind him and a few tears leaving his eyes. You had said your goodbye to him, a hug, and an explanation on what had happened. He understood, such a good bunny. He was always watching over Fluttershy, and he gave you trouble at first. You won him over showing you wanted to give Fluttershy everything, and you were not there to take her away from anyone.


That wasn't the case anymore, someone had taken her away from you. Even though she still seemed to show you love, it was hollow to you now. That bitch knew what she did, and you so wish you could see the expression on her face when she came home to this chaos. Could hear her cries of anguish that you knew what she would love to stay hidden, and that you could look her in the eye and give her the verbal assault you had thought of and let boil inside you all while playing the good "colt-friend". Fuck that, the bitch got what was coming to her and you had other business to attend to.


With a heavy heart you feel compelled to stay, to just maybe confront her and see if you two can work it out. To fix this, find the problem, analyze it, and just make it all better. Isn't that what couples do? It's convincing, you notice your will start to break. Damn it, no, don't do this to yourself. You deserved better! You didn't deserve this! She promised she'd love you! Fuck it, dammit, no, don't you dare stay another day here, another night here thinking she's getting fucked by some other stallion. That is when the realization hit you again, and the image comes back with a fiery hate. The sounds, the things she said, how she egged him on. That.. that was supposed to be you! She did something with some-pony else who was supposed to be you! No, fuck this, you are gone.


Opening the door, you hate how Pegasus control the weather. Sunny skies to try and illuminate the feelings of despair and anguish in you to a more satisfied tune. Fuck that, Celestia can shine it as bright as she wants, in your head, grey clouds loom over the town and it matches your feelings of uncertainty and the will to press on. With your bits and a motivation to get away, you begin heading toward the apartment that you had planned for shelter until you could come up with a more solid plan.


Apartments in Equestria work very differently than back at home. True, it wasn't a home, but it was spacious nonetheless. You had seen it before, was even given the key from the landlady, a very good-looking mare who was middle-aged and apparently single. Thinking on that last part you wonder if you should even be thinking of a revenge tryst just to settle the anger in you. Could you even bring yourself to do it? It wasn't as if you felt bad if you did, but could you really just do it for the sake of revenge? No passion, no romance, nothing but pure cold, calculated, callused revenge?


No. No you were better than that, better than her and you would not sink into despair like this. For what? To tell her you slept with someone else when she did find you? No, let her know you were above that. Got to think of something else or else she will.. win? Was that what this was about? Winning? Losing? FUCK! Self-Psycho Analysis wasn't really your strong suite right now, with your emotions running rampant.


Today was a day you would not stay alongside her any longer, today was your day. You were going to figure out what to do next in Equestria, and dammit all you were going to prove you didn't need Fluttershy or need her friends to figure out where to go now. There will be retribution, that much you were sure. The only question on your mind was: Whose going to stand against you when it all comes crashing down.