Violent Thoughts

He tossed and turned in bed. Not able to get a wink of sleep. A momentary reprieve from the damnation he put himself through. It was mind-breaking. It was as though he was back in the past where he had fights with his ex-lover. The constant shouting and the harmful words she threw at him. He barely fought back as he was unable to harm anypony. Even to the point where she broke him. Turned him into a dumb and confused mess. He just couldn't talk back to her.

What caused those fights anyway? Was it because he didn't do the dishes? An offensive word that he accidentally spewed out from his muzzle? Yet he knew that he would have caught them immediately and apologized so much that his ex-lover would beg him to stop. So what did he do wrong?

Finally, with a newfound way to pass time, the unicorn slipped away from his bed and turned to his front door. An evening walk always helped with deep thinking. Before he went out, his eyes were transfixed on the scarf that hung next to the door and stared it. The unicorn contemplated on taking it with him. Knowing that he was given the scarf as a gift by somepony. After minutes pass, he took it without a second thought and wrapped the long cloth around his neck.

When he began walking aimlessly, he tried to remember the start of it all. However, it was awfully weird being unable to recall anything that happened from when they first met and in the middle of the relationship. The unicorn was met with an early stalemate. How could he continue solving this problem he had in front of him if he had nothing to help him remember?

A gentle breeze blew over him, fluttering his mane and tail with the wind and something else. The scarf on his neck must have not been secured as well as he thought and flew down onto the stone path by the wind. He hurriedly picked it up with his magic and dusted it off. He inspected it twice to make sure there was no dust on it.

There was something familiar to the scarf now that he was looking closely at it. He shifted from inspecting for dirt to admiring the warm cloth. It was red, peach, and black colored... Why would it be colored like that?

Suddenly, a force like a train hit him in the face. The combination of colors kickstarted his brain that now worked overtime to recall a specific memory stashed away in his mindscape. The rush of memories knocked him to his haunches and let his brain fill him with details that he once fondly remembered.

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It was a Hearth's Warming eve and ponies were in their homes. All snuggled up in their blankets and opening presents from their family or friends. The unicorn looked out the window to see the snow gently fall from the sky. It was beautiful no matter how much he saw it.

"I got you a present" He heard a voice to his left. He looked over and saw her. As pure as she could be. Before all the hate. Before everything really. She had a long crimson mane with a peach coat. Her eyes were black but had a subtle brown to them.

"What is it?" He asked while taking the wrapped box from her hooves. He opened it and held up a simple scarf with a trio of colors. He gasped and hugged it tightly around him before putting it on by himself.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it. It's so warm and fuzzy... like when I get to hug you" She merely giggled and came up close to him. In that moment they were close to each other. So close that they were about to-

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"WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING FROM ME?" She shouted at him. The unicorn can only duck under the furniture she threw at him. Flower vases were promptly caught in the air to be set down safely again. Plates were shattered from the force of impact and showered on the defensive pony.

"That's all! I never harmed him! I know you told me to but I just can't!" He covered his face with a foreleg. His barrel sported shallow cuts and bruises. Very similar to paper cuts but not as painful as those.

"I even congratulated you... stupid mistake. I shouldn't have trusted you at making the simplest action"

"He was only a bystander to me. I don't have the capacity to hurt somepony I barely knew!" The mare fumed at his answer and kept silent. Thinking over what she thought was the best course of action.

"From now on, you're staying in the house. No going outside until you're with me, okay?" It felt more of a statement than a question. The stallion nodded in surrender.

Hours later, the yellow pony treated the shallow cuts his lover gave him. They weren't harmful unlike the deep cut she put his mind through. He was not a fighter. He never stood up for himself nor thought about going into brawls or ending up in the Royal Guard when he was a colt. He was interested in only peace. The peace and prosperity that Equestria has brought to ponies and non-ponies alike.

Now, he was fighting a war with himself that can't ever be solved by peace. A war that slowly deteriorated his state of mind and soon his memories.

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He was brought back to the real world when a simple gust of wind flew past him. He didn't realize he was crying. A couple of tears rolled down from his cheek and onto the scarf he held in his hooves. He looked at the cloth with a trembling resolve. Was he ready to recall all of his past moments? From start to finish?

He sat on the stone pathway clutching the Hearth's Warming present in his hooves, thinking if he should do something about the cloth. The unicorn picked himself up and walked back to his house to sleep on this. The walk felt longer than it was before and the scarf felt heavier to his grip the more he thought about its origins.