“Look, I said I’m sorry, what more do you want?” I cried, vainly trying to overpower the hair rising tinkle of ceramics on the linoleum. My marefriend, my beautiful, perfect marefriend, simply ignored me, as she had or the past hour. My belongings littered the floor around her, the area a minefield of broken glass and carelessly discarded paper. All I could see was her long, silky black mane, as she dug through our cabinets, carelessly tossing aside anything of mine in her search for the things she wished to take with her.
I again cried out to her “You can’t be leaving! What about all the good times we’ve had! You won’t actually throw it all away over such a trivial issue!” My only answer was the slamming of the cabinet as she came out clutching her mother’s china. She again avoided my gaze as she sauntered into the bedroom, and secured the dishes within her rapidly filling suitcase.
I slumped to the floor, softly murmuring “I know I screwed up, but please don’t leave me. We can get you a new cello. Please. I need you…” I saw a flicker of doubt in her, as she briefly glanced my way out of her eye’s corner. The moment was brief before the steel resolve returned to her eyes and she turned back to her possessions, giving her pillow a vicious blow to fit it in.
“Look,” I begged “Please stay, I’ll do anything you like. We can go to those fancy restaurants you like every night, we can go to those boring operas, and I won’t even fall asleep! I promise! I’ll barely even blink!” my hooves around her legs as she arranged her clothes into the bag exactly right, and closed the lid. She began her transit to the door, stepping out of my grasp. I merely stayed on the ground, silent sobs escaping me as I could barely muster the enthusiasm for another plea.
The creaking of the door echoed in the otherwise silence. I heard a quiet voice drifting back towards me, too quiet to know for sure, but I could have sworn it said “goodbye” before the door clicking back into its frame shattered the stillness for a brief moment, and all was quiet again. I collapsed to the floor in tears, shaking with my grief. The splinters of the shattered cello littered the ground around me. An impossibly deep chasm opened up all around me, trapping me from all sides. I was alone. I was alone, and had no one to blame but myself.