The Diary of Marble Pie

Dear Diary,

I woke up this morning hoping it was all a bad dream. That maybe I imagined seeing them together, that maybe the ache in my chest would be gone. But it wasn’t. The pain is still here, and it’s worse than ever.

I tried to get through the day, to smile and pretend like everything was okay. But every time I saw the Hearth's Warming decorations, I thought of Big Mac and Sugar Belle standing under the mistletoe, and it felt like a knife twisting in my heart.

My family was all around me, but I’ve never felt more alone. Pinkie was her usual bubbly self, spreading cheer and laughter everywhere she went. Maud was quiet and steady, as always. Limestone was... well, Limestone. And me? I was the ghost in the room, the one nopony noticed.

I wish I could be like Pinkie. I wish I could be happy and carefree, spreading joy wherever I go. But I’m not. I’m just Marble, the quiet one, the one who can’t even find the courage to speak up. The one who can’t stop thinking about what could have been, what will never be.

Everywhere I look, I see reminders of him. The apple cider on the table, the applesauce in the pies. It’s like a cruel joke, like the universe is mocking me. "Look at what you can’t have, Marble. Look at the happiness that will never be yours."

I tried to avoid everyone today. I spent most of the day in my room, pretending to read a book while my mind was somewhere else. But even in my room, I couldn’t escape. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together. I heard their laughter, saw their smiles, felt the sting of their kiss.

I know I should be happy for them. I should want Big Mac to be happy, even if it’s not with me. But I can’t. I can’t be happy for them because it hurts too much. It’s like a part of me is dying, and I don’t know how to make it stop.

Sometimes, I wonder if anypony would even notice if I were gone. If I just disappeared one day, would they miss me? Or would they just go on with their lives, forgetting that I ever existed? Maybe it would be better that way. Maybe then, I wouldn’t have to feel this pain anymore.

Maybe one day, things will be different. Maybe one day, I’ll find a way to be happy. But for now, all I can do is survive. All I can do is try keep going, even when it feels like I’m walking through a never-ending storm.

Thank you for listening, Diary. You’re the only one who understands. The only one who knows how much I’m hurting.

Goodnight, but it won’t be a good night anyway.

Marble Pie