"I'm breaking up with you."
The black pegasus kept a smile on his face as he watched the mare of his dreams walk away. Once she walked around the corner his hoof connected with the wall next to him hard enough to crack the concrete and break bone.
Slumping to the ground, he cradled his hoof to his cheat while tears started to pour from his eyes, "c-celestia damnit. Why? Why?"
The pegasus leaned against the wall, banging his head against it as the memories flowed. He still remembered the day they met, 5 months ago at a school dance. How nervous he had been around her. As the night went on and he drank more of the spiked punch, his confidence grew enough to start talking to her.
As they talked, he had started to fall in love with her voice, her laugh, and everything else about her. Despite the confidence boosting punch, however, he still wasn't able to tell her how he felt, so he had gone home alone, thinking it was just another not-to-be.
The next morning he had been woken up by a letter coming in through his window and hitting him in the face. Opening it up, his face had grown the biggest smile he ever had. There were only 14 words written on the paper:
It seems like you really like me. Do you wanna go out with me?
Even now, that memory brought a smile to the depressed pegasi's face as he remembered what those two sentences had started.
She had convinced him to give religion a try, taught him how to be confident without alcohol, and showed him the brighter side of life.
The pegasus was so wrapped up in his memories that he didn't even notice when somepony leaned out of a window above him and yelled at him to stop banging his head against the wall, before throwing a bottle at his head, where it broke into several large shards.
Thinking back, he remembered the feeling of her pressed up against him as they lay outside looking up at the stars, the taste of her lips on his, and her natural cinnamon smell as he buried his muzzle in her mane.
A crack of thunder shocked him out of his memories, and was the only warning he got before it started to rain on him.
"How fitting," the pegasus said, "that the sky should mourn my loss with me."
Looking around, he finally noticed the broken bottle next to him. Grabbing the largest shard, he placed it against his left hoof, next to the already plentiful cuts there.
"Not across anymore. Everypony knows across is just for attention," he readjusted his grip on the glass, "I'm gonna get it right this time."
He didn't even feel the glass pierce his skin.