Sorrow, betrayal, hatred, rage… and above all that… agony. A shattered soul mad with a burning desire for revenge.

I never hurt a single one of them, yet they feared me. They despised me.
Not because of what I actually did, but what I could have done.

I’ll show them…

I’ll give them reasons to fear me.

“...aren’t supposed to be here this late.”

“Aww. My little scaredy cat wants to run home and hi~de.”

“Hey! Don’t call me that! I’m not afraid, not a single bi-”

A voice caught in a throat. Stunned into silence by whatever caught its attention. I would have said that I did not care, but that would be wrong. Standing, or more accurately kneeing, in the same position for more than a millenium tends to get boring enough so that you lapse on to everything that can distract you for whatever short period of time.

It sounded like a young couple. Sneaking into the castle gardens at night, thinking they were not seen. I would have laughed if my lungs weren’t petrified.

The castle guards were never unaware, especially when something or somepony comes near me. Urgh. Things ponies think they can do when not watched. Somehow I really liked the thought of how my stomach would churn at the thought of what happened not a meter away from my prison.

And at a regular basis at that!

Celestia saw fit that my statue, kneeling on the ground, leaning forward, both of my hands in front of my face while I weep helplessly in them, was to be labeled as something romantic.
The nerve!

I will fucking kill that bitch when I get out!

The fact that my stoned (ha!) eyes leaked out small, green gems that were thought to be a good luck charm for couples didn’t help in the slightest.

It always made me remember this heartbreaking scene in Final Fantasy VII. Where Nanaki howls towards the statue of his father which then in turn begins to leak said gems like I do.

Oh how I wished I could sigh in exaggeration. Only for that wish to turn from sighing to slapping my forehead with my palm, hard. The cause of this were the ponies now standing in front of me, each of them fetching one of the gems out of the bowl in front of my knees.

I mean, that’s totally sick, isn’t it?

They take my fucking tears and wear them as luck charms for their relationships.
The irony was so hard that it actually hurt.

Or, I wish it did.

What they didn’t know that those tears had been shed because I was betrayed by the one being that I thought loved me! Unfortunately, this brought memories back. Memories I had tried so hard to bury, burn or ANYTHING that would get rid of them!

How could he?! I actually really loved him! And that bastard even had the nerve to say that he, too, love me! In the very moment I realized that they were about to bring me down! He even was so cruel as to sound like he meant it!

“Oh look! It’s weeping even more. That means we’re blessed by the one winged angel!”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

Author's Notes:

Special thanks go to Golden Script, as he took the time to edit this chapter.