Title:           Love/Hate: Pinkie x Anon (Pony Universe)
Author:          goofygoob123
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First Edit:      Sunday 9th of November 2014 02:34:52 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 9th of November 2014 02:34:52 AM CDT

This is not my story at all. But it touched me heart, mate. And I believe it should be shared and continued. So I'll title it, and continue it one day in a Pinkie thread. But it'll always be this Anon's story.
 
>HE was gone now.
>It had taken over a year and a half to get close enough to him to do it, but you did it.
>Your heart was beating so loudly in your ears, you didn't even hear his screams as he fell.
>It was such a rush!
>A thrill!
>Things were going to go back to normal now that he was gone.
>No more listening to Twilight talk endlessly about how fascinating HIS species was.
>No more Rarity nattering on about her latest creation for HIM.
>No more Applejack endlessly praising HIS help around the farm.
>No more listening to how 'perfect' and 'special' HE was.
>HE was gone now.
>All you had to do was to take the old path down to the foot of the cliff.
>You were so happy, you could sing a song!
>Finally, HE was no longer something you would have to hear about.
>You vividly remember this morning.
>Whistling a little tune, you started off down the path.
>He came into Sugarcube Corner in his best suit, fiddling with something in his pocket.
>His usual smug smile was replaced by apprehension.
>You had thought that he had found you out.
>That he might know what you had planned.
>He hadn't figured you out though.
>No.
>You were far to clever for that.
>He had asked you if you were free for this afternoon.
>Nothing too different from the norm.
>You spent most of your time with him.
>Luring him into your trap.
>Making him trust you.
>Making him complacent.
>You could even recall the praise you were given for finally getting him to come out of his shell.
>If you had realized how dreadful that decision was, you would have just left him to himself.
>Regardless.
>You accepted the invitation for a picnic.
>Just the two of you.
>It was the perfect setup.
>Far from prying eyes and open ears.
>You lead him to a secluded area, at the edge of a cliff overlooking Ponyville.
>As he admired the view, you took your chance.
>Completely unprepared, he plummeted to the jagged and uneven earth below.
>You slowly made your way down the cliff path, eager to see what you had done.
>The walk wasn't that long.
>You came upon his broken body soon enough.
>From the stillness of his chest, it was clear that he was gone.
>You almost danced with glee, until you noticed something clenched in his hand.
>Curious, you used your hooves to pry his fingers open and read the clenched papers.
>It looked like... some kind of cue cards.
>Although stained with fresh blood, you could read them easy enough.
>Several variations of your name were scratched out on the top card.
'Pinkie. I am so glad you decided to come with me---'
>A thick black line obscures the next part.
'Pinkie, of all the mares I have met-----'
>Several more times a sentence would start and end up scribbled out.
'Pinkie. We've been the best of friends almost two years now and I was wondering.... Would you want to be something more?'
>Something icy began to prickle up your back.
>The next card is heavily stained but you could make out a few key phrases.
'Remember.........Hearth's Warming Eve....... First year.......'
>Memories came flooding back.
>He came to see you, you were so busy that day at work you didn't have time to stop and talk to anypony.
>He didn't ask to talk to you.
>He just took a small booth in the corner and order a warm drink.
>When things started to slow a bit, you had noticed he was still sitting in the booth, nursing another steaming mug and giving you a gentle smile.
>You still liked him back then.
>Before everyone else ruined that for you.
>You sat across from him and complained about all the normally friendly mares and stallions of Ponyville being so rude.
>He simply nodded, saying nothing just letting you vent.
>When it was time to go back to work, he got up left a large tip on the table and gave you a tight squeeze before wandering out into the cold.
>You shook your head at the bittersweet memory.
>Another few phrases showed through.
'Never had a........... anyone before. Would you be my............ somepony?'
>As you read more into them, your puffy mane fell flat and lifeless as your tears joined the blood on the paper.
>As if to prove what you had already suspected, you ran your hoof over his chest.
>A something hard and smooth was hidden in the suit's inner pocket, seemingly undamaged by his fall.
>You carefully coaxed the little thing out from the pocket.
>Your heart felt as heavy as lead as you opened the little box.
>Inside was a necklace on a gold chain, with your cutie mark as a charm.
>You flipped you tossed aside all the other cards, finding the last only lightly damaged card.
'Pinkamena Diane Pie. I know you don't have fingers, so I wasn't sure what to get you for this but.... Will you marry me?'
>The reality of what you had done hit you all at once.
>You had killed him.
>Your friend.
>The one of a kind man.
>Anonymous.
>You killed Anonymous on the day he was going to ask you for your hoof in marriage.
>Celestia forgive you.
>What have you done?
>It began to rain.
>The summer shower washed away most of the blood from Anon's peaceful face.
>If you didn't know any better, you would swear he was only sleeping.
>You knew what you had to do...
 
What does Pinkie do? Continue on with the guilt? Or join Anon?