Day 1 since breakup
Dear Diary,

Last night I broke up with Artsy, over a candlelit dinner that I planned. It was at that Hay Firehouse too, the one where you have to dress up. Yona and Sandbar had me covered and everything. I had thought about it for days, that tall winged devil wearing a tuxedo that'd send my heart out of my chest like a rapid hummingbird. Instead, she wore the same black shirt that hung loosely from her frame.

Oh, and she showed up 2 hours late.

I had my forelegs crossed as I stared daggers at her, she said something about her parents taking her to a play, and that she didn't want to tell them about us, so she went with them.

"I'm done being your secret," I growled. "You didn't even show up to the last three dates, why do I still even bother?"

I already knew why. Staring at the tall dark brown pegasus' wavy grey mohawk with pink stripes, the purple tail with pink stripes out of my view, and something else out of my view as well.

I gulped, picturing Artsy Ace's ten-inch black cock from underneath the table. Sure, given that Artsy didn't have taste for the hanky panky, I could only steal brief glances at the beast, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't think of a night where Artsy would make an exception. Or if she'd even let me kiss her. Yes, you heard that right. My marefriend of five months wouldn't even let me kiss her.

The straw had broke the camel's back.

As Artsy was going on about Celestia knows what excuse, I spoke over her.

"I'm breaking up with you," I snarled, pushing out my chair and stomping out as hard as I could in my rosy pink dress. My stomach growled, and I gave myself a reminder to stop by Hayburger on the way home.

This was good for me, I'd be over this in two weeks. With the only memories being about a lazy sack of shit, how could I not?

Day 22 since breakup
Dear Diary,

Celestia help me, I can't stop thinking about her.

The little smirk she'd make after she'd talk. The way she'd extend her wing and wrap it around me as we walked in the hallways. The one time she brought me a breakfast sandwich before classes. Those piercing amber eyes, and the thought of her lips against mine. Celestia, I hadn't even claimed those lips or that cock. Sure, I was not one to take what isn't consensually given to me, but did I try my very hardest?

This is going to be the longest summer of my life.

Day 40 since breakup
Dear Diary,

I've written two novels, created several origami, spent many nights out with my friends and family, and cooked several recipes. My best friend, Obsidian, is looking over my shoulder as I write. We're planning a trip to Las Pegasus, although with the discrimination going on against the non-reformed creatures of his kind, he'll have to take on the form of Alabaster. I assured him that it'll be fine, a mares' trip is fun too.

He also told me that if I need to kidnap or use my past lover with an alibi, he'd have my back. I love the boy, but I told him that I would never stoop so low. He shrugged with that signature fanged smile that has grown on me over the years. The weight became a little less unbearable in that moment.

Day 45 since breakup
Dear Diary,

Alabaster had her way with many mares and stallions in Las Pegasus, and I had my way with several beers, wines, and vodka guzzled down my throat. Nevermind anypony that I might’ve woken up with, they weren’t her. None of these ponies made my heart beat or my blood boil like the pegasus that walked in my dreams more than I’d like to admit. As soon as we returned to my room, Alabaster disappeared, and Obsidian held me as I cried about the only mare who brought me to tears. Artsy, come back. Please, I need you.

Day 87 since breakup
Dear Diary,

Next Monday is the return to School of Friendship classes. Against part of my mental protests, my heart tugged me to speak to her again. Damn me. Damn it all. But I'll be damned if I'm denied the sound of her voice, dripping with honey as she speaks to me.

As a side note, my mother, Silent Mouse, insists that I publish one of my novels. She also tells me to date another lovely pony that'll give me the time of day. Oh Mom, if only I followed your advice.

Day 93 since breakup
Dear Diary,

She has a new marefriend.

Me and Artsy Ace didn't share any classes this semester, so Obsidian went undercover and attended every class and extracurricular activity there was to be had. He had found her at the school's Equality Club with an orange mare with an auburn red mane under her wing.

"She sounds like a real whore," I commented.

"So do you want me to...y'know," Obsidian grinned, revealing his fangs as his cock steadily came out of his sheath.

"N-No!" I felt my face heat up. "We can break this whole shitshow up without resorting to that."

"Suit yourself," Obsidian chuckled. "So, what do you want me to do next?"

"Well, Alabaster can invite me to this Equality Club," I suggested. "That way, it doesn’t look like I came there on purpose. And then I’ll let you know if I need you again.”

“Got it,” Obsidian opened his forelegs. “Hug?”

I walked into Obsidian’s embrace, allowing him to feed off the love that he needed. It usually left me needing a nap afterwards, but sleep was welcome at a time like this.

While my eyes are practically lifting weights to stay open, I’m finishing this entry. This was it, do or die. Come to her at breakneck speed, barreling into those who opposed us, or walk away from it all. I won’t make her take me back, I won’t make her kiss me, I won’t even make her impale me with those ten inches of glorious nirvana.

But by the name of every alicorn in Equestria, I will make her love me.

Author's Note

Panphoria's physical description will be in the next chapter!