Spike wasn't mad. He wasn't. He just simply wasn't. He couldn't be mad at all if he were to be honest. He knew this was coming and he had accepted it months ago. It made it all the more simple for Rarity and all the more easy for him. He was more than calm about this situation but there was no way he could show it to Rarity. Not as he filed the divorce papers with her. Not as he gave her the final kiss of their relationship. It wasn't even shown when they walked to their house in Canterlot or as he packed up the few belongings he wanted to keep.
With all of this done, the only things he had now were a simple guitar that was strapped to his back, a suitcase full of clothes, and the fire ruby that he had given to her all those years ago... the only reason he took that though was because he wanted something to eat. Or sell. He didn't know what to do with it but he knew that he didn't want Rarity to have it. He walked and walked until he arrived at the train station and when he bought a ticket he got on the first train he saw. He then went to his seat, pulled out his photo album, and then burnt it.
His claws held it as a small bit of fire arose from the tips and onto the book. Nobody seemed to notice though and in a flash of emerald flame it was gone. There wasn't even any smoke or ash. It was just gone. The most faint smile possible came to his lips as it disappeared. After a heavy sigh he turned to the window and began to watch everything pass by. In a few moments he had become lost within his own thoughts.
It was several hours until the train stopped and when it did he felt as if it came to a stop too soon. He had enjoyed his fantasy but after he was ripped from it he could only turn around and look at the train as ponies got off. After a bit off waiting he let himself get off last.
As he stepped off he saw the sun begin to set off in the distance and before he even had time to go to the Crystal Castle of Twilights it had set. He walked to it in the dark and once he found it he knocked on the door, yet nothing happened. With a bit more knocking... nothing happened. He let out a sigh and went to a nearby bench then sat down and stared up into the night sky. It twinkled and shined with the light of the stars and all Spike could do was wish on each and every one he saw for the best.
When that was over he opened his suit case, pulled out a few shirts, then made them into a makeshift pillow. Just as he began to lay down a soft voice managed to call out to him.
"Spike... did it happen?"
He stopped himself and looked to the voice. The figure of Twilight was seen at the door and she seemed to have a worried look in her eyes. Spike pushed himself up onto a sitting position then let out an almost relieved response.
"Yeah Twilight... It did."