"Octavia please," I pleaded, tears in my eyes. She just sat there, shaking her head in disappointment. "I...I can fix this. I promise."
"Then why haven't you?" She responded.
I struggled to formulate an answer. My voice faltered when I managed to get one though. "I just need you to-"
"I don't need to do anything Vinyl," She said, raising her voice. "I've listened to you, I've tried to hear your reasons, but no matter what, you aren't the one who's understanding."
She was right. There's nothing I could do to make this better.
"I've put up with so much ever since we got together. All your little antics, but this stunt. I can't put up with all this lying though. I think-"
Please don't say it.
"-We need a break. From each other."
She said it. My mouth, despite all my efforts, hung wide open. Tears were streaming from my face, as well as hers. This was it. We were finished. And no amount of apologizing could make this up. Especially if she's already packed my things by the door. Turntable and all. I walked to her, but she said nothing more. Only walked towards her bedroom. Leaving me in here by myself.
I was alone again. Or would be. For the fourth time in my life.
"I love you Tavi," I whispered before heading to the door. I hoped she'd say something back, but I knew that my voice was too low for her to hear me. There's nothing I can do to fix this. I might as well just leave.
As I carried my things out the door, I noticed a crumpled piece of paper sloppily taped onto the door; an orange '43' scribbled hastily onto it. I tore it from the door and tossed it aside onto the Canterlot streets.