The Dullest Crystal Eventually Shines

"Please, my sweet éclair!" I begged her, down on my knees, "It doesn't have to be this way!"

I was on my knees in front of my marefriend, Vanilla Bean, who was cleaning out the drawers and closet, swiping up everything that was hers. Tears were in my eyes, and nothing I was saying was getting through to her. She sighed and moved onto the bathroom, grabbing her several mane and coat accessories.

"Look, I've explained many times," she said, "We've grown apart. I no longer have feelings for you, so I will be going now."

"But it's Valentines Day, Vanilla!" I said, "This is a day where couples should be together! I even bought you the most wonderful gift!" I pointed at the giant stuffed bunny sitting on the bed.

"Yes, and I am returning it to you," Vanilla said, "I could never make you waste your money on a mare that is no longer yours." Tears began to roll down my face.

"But my little pastry, I love you! I've loved you for ten months! I was even thinking of proposing to you!" I explained. Vanilla sighed again and dropped her stuff, gathering it into a pile.

"Look, Donut Glaze," she said, "You and I are two different ponies. You specialize in donuts, I specialize in ice cream. While the two may go very well together, they soon become unlikable once they combine. When ice cream pairs a donut, it becomes soggy as the ice cream melts. The ice cream can be refrozen, but nopony wants a soggy donut, thus throwing it out." She grabbed her stuff.

"And unfortunately, that also applies to me," she continued, "I must move on, and leave you behind. I will not lie, these past ten months have been wonderful, but I don't love you any longer." I began to weep.

"But... but... but..." I said, trying hard to think of something else to say.

"Donut, it'd be better for you to just let me go," Vanilla said, "The more you beg, the more you embarrass yourself." I gave up, and if she hadn't saddened me enough, she gave me the killing blow to my heart. She went into the nursery and grabbed a small load of baby supplies, and our sleeping foal, Cocoa Bean. I gasped as my eyes went large.

"You're taking our colt?!" I asked. She wrapped him up in a blanket.

"Yes," she said.

"B-but, he's our foal!" I said, emphasizing "our," "We've taken care of him for four months!" She sighed.

"Actually, he's my colt," she said, "You seem to have forgotten that I was four months pregnant when I met you. You didn't fertilize the egg that made him, and he shares no DNA with you, so therefore, he belongs to me, and I'm taking him with me." I cried harder, my face turning red.

"F-fine!" I screamed, "Take him! Take him away just like you took my heart and stomped on it!" Vanilla ignored me and grabbed the rest of her stuff. She then walked downstairs to the donut shop and then outside, putting everything in a taxi-carriage waiting for her. She got into the carriage and looked at me.

"Goodbye, Donut Glaze," she said as the taxi-carriage left, taking my ex-marefriend and my foal with it. I slammed the door hard and spent the rest of the night alone in bed, crying into my pillow.