Bon Bon trotted happily towards the center of Ponyville. It was so far a perfect, sunny day, filled to the brim with serenity—a recipe for an amazing summer day.
The cream-colored coated Earth pony had woken up really early and gone out to walk around the town she and her marefriend lived in. It also happened to be Bon Bon's birthday; she was greeted all over Ponyville with joyful hellos and kind smiles.
Pinkie Pie, the small town's happy-happy-joy-joy party pony, had even given the other Earth pony a batch of cupcakes—red velvet with cream cheese frosting—a gift from both her and the Cakes. Bon thanked them with all the gratefulness she could possibly show, then walked out with a new skip in her step. Pinkie Pie was an Earth pony you could always count on to remember everything about everypony, and that was how she knew red velvet cupcakes were always Bon Bon's favorite. Yes, everything was going great.
When Bon Bon returned to her home—a peaceful ranch house near the outskirts of Ponyville—her dark green saddle bag with the lyre-designed latch was weighed down by cupcakes, balloons, and varieties of gift bags.
Berry Punch happened to be trotting past. The berry-colored Earth pony had wished her friend a happy birthday earlier, giving Bon a few bottles of wine straight from Haywaii. The candy-loving Earth pony had never had the slightest drop of alcohol touch her lips in her entire life, yet she was glad her first taste of it would be a brand of wine most wanted over many others.
"Hey, Bon Bon," Berry Punch called, "Need any help?"
Bon Bon grinned at her, replying, "Hello, Berry. Thank you for your offer, but I'll manage."
The other nodded, grinning back. "Alright then, have a good night, and happy birthday!"
"Thank you!" Bon Bon answered, although her friend was already a fair ways away.
She turned back to the door, then tried pushing it open. It wouldn't budge; Bon's marefriend must have locked it. She smiled. Lyra Heartstrings must have something planned for her, or she would have left the door open like she always did.
Bon Bon knocked on the door. "Hey, Lyra, I'm home!"
Creaking followed by quick shuffling could be heard inside the ranch house. A sneeze, then the click of the door being unlocked. There was another thing about Bon's marefriend; she had an obsession with creatures she claimed as "humans".
The Earth pony had no clue how she could just, one day, come up with things like this in that crazy imagination of hers. Lyra was also a unicorn, which would explain the second part of how she knew about locks and could invent them herself.
Another clicking sound, then the door opened, pushed by Lyra. The unicorn tried to prevent using her magic whenever she could, which would also explain why her first attempts at creating a door lock were failures. Lyra's mane was a mess, and she looked really tired.
"Hey, Bon Bon," she said drowsily between yawns, letting her marefriend in.
Bon Bon walked in and gasped. The house was a mess. The hoof-stitched pink-and-green curtains were shredded, laying in a heap on the once-beautiful carpet, now flooded with empty food-packages and cans. And... wait, were those beer bottles that were smashed on the table, leaving sharp shards of glass everywhere around?
"Lyra..." The Earth pony moved a ripped blanket off a pile of what she hoped would be more food, then widening her light blue eyes as she found an unconscious mare underneath it.
"How the hay do you want to explain this to me?"
Lyra only grinned sheepishly. Bon Bon walked over to her again. How did she not notice the strong smell of alcohol coming from her marefriend before?
A stir of movement came from over by the couch, where Bon had discovered the unidentified mare. The mare stood up, and the Earth pony noticed at once that it was Carrot Top.
Carrot Top lay on her back on the couch. Lyra Heartstrings strolled over to her, then layed down next to her. What they did next seemed to stab at Bon Bon's heart like a dagger.
They kissed. A long, passionate kiss, like the ones Bon Bon and Lyra would share everyday. Tears welled up in Bon's blue eyes, threatening to flood over onto her cheeks.
"The buck is this? Do you even know what day it is?"
Lyra sat up and blinked at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. Happy Saturday."
Bon Bon shook her head and walked into another room down the hall, out of Lyra's and Carrot Top's view. She returned about ten minutes later, a pink saddle bag with her own Cutie Mark as a latch secured tightly to her waist. It appeared she had put all her birthday presents and some of her own treasured belongings into it. The blue-eyed Earth pony turned towards the door, her curly blue-and-pink mane hiding her face; she didn't bother to look at the mare that betrayed her, nor the one Lyra let into the house.
"It's my birthday, Lyra. June nineteenth."
With that, she pushed open the front door and walked out.
It was a fairly warm night with a slight breeze. The moon was already high in the sky, casting shadows and reflections. If it wasn't for Bon Bon's ex-marefriend's betrayal, it would have been a perfect ending to a perfect day.
The outside provided the betrayed Earth pony time to calm down. This she did, leaning against a tree in front of her and Lyra's house for support while she cried. She didn't make a single sound while the tears rolled down her face, dripping onto the ground at her hooves and reflecting the moonlight.
What did I ever do to Lyra? she pondered.
Bon Bon lifted her head to the midnight blue sky, looking at the beautiful, glowing moon. Stars twinkled like glitter all around. The wondrous sight made Bon feel relaxed, but at the same time gave her chills.
Too many times had Lyra neglected her. Then, she could take it-forgive and forget. Now, her once-marefriend had gone too far.
She could remember the first time Lyra Heartstrings had ignored her like it was yesterday. The day before, the unicorn had decided to start writing a book about these human creatures. It had ended in failure when all the editor ponies in Equestria had rejected the book like it was moldy bread. After that, she gave up, yet gained a new habit, and a bad one at that. Ever since that day, Lyra had spent more time neglecting her marefriend and less time speaking to Bon Bon.
The Earth pony shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts back into reality. If only life really was a long dream. She could dream herself out of this situation. Out of her memories with Lyra. Out of her entire life.
Could she make her existence a dream? Just quickly grab a knife from the kitchen and cut off her bloodstream before Bon knew what was happening, before she could think, before she could chicken out of suicide?
No. Bon Bon shook her head again. Her life was still worth living. Even with Lyra Heartstrings gone from her life, she still had Berry Punch. She supposed she could try making friends with Derpy Hooves again as well. Pinkie was always there for her. She had plenty of friends to keep her mind off Lyra.
Even so, she knew when silence settled in with sleep, thoughts of her ex-marefriend would come creeping back into her dreams and thoughts, threatening to drown her in Bon's own tears. There was only one choice left if she didn't want to be suffocated in the grief and pain.
She had to get away from Ponyville.