"I just..." Tom sighed, fumbling with his words I just don't what what to with myself, man." If Tom had hands to bring to his face that he didn't have, he would've brought his hands to cup over his face in misery.

"It'll get better." Boulder replied, trying to play the optimist. Though his words were as empty to himself as they were to Tom. "At least you're back on the market! There's a whole world of opportunity out there, just waiting for you!"

"You don't understand..." Tom muttered darkly. "Rarity, she..." Tom turned away, but Boulder heard the unmistakable sound of pained sobs that were trying desperately choked down. Tom turned back to face him, his face burning red. "Rarity..." Tom repeated, his voice again quiet and foreboding. "Rarity was the one that got away..."

"Hey, don't say that..." Boulder replied, trying to be sincere. He thought back on what Tom had once so proudly spoken to him of. His supposedly beautiful relationship with this Rarity who he seemed to hold in such high regard, such infinite esteem. "You shouldn't say that kinda stuff till you've got nothing left."

"... Don't I?" Tom answered.

"You don't mean that." Boulder insisted. "I know you don't."

"Oh, I know, but..." Tom argued. "It's hard to... you know, just to get out bed in the morning."

"That's normal." Boulder said, trying again to be optimistic. "You shouldn't beat yourself up over this. It's not your fault."

Tom simply sighed. Boulder barely suppressed a sigh of his own at Tom's indifference. He seemed bizarrely intent on clinging to his misery, as if this last painful memory of Rarity was all that kept him alive.

Boulder set down another strip of anti-depressants before Tom.

"Just take of yourself." Boulder said softly, giving Tom a final supportive smile. "We'll talk again soon. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thanks, Boulder..." Tom said hollowly. Then, he suddenly chuckled. "You know, I never realized how lucky I am to have a friend like you. Sorry for taking this long..."

"It's not an issue." Boulder replied brightly. He winked. "Better late than never."

As Boulder rolled away into the beckoning town rife with small ponies whose true natures still eluded them both, Tom's gaze was drawn to the strip of anti-depressants. He pulled a small photograph from his pocket: one of him and Rarity. He no longer felt the absolute and mesmerizing adoration he once did as he eyed her curls.

He dropped the photo, and watched as it drifted off in the wind.

He turned back to the anti-depressants. He tossed those behind him, too. And then, set off home.

That night, he slept like the dead, but one thought lingered in his mind before he was coaxed into the nocturnal haven of slumber.

"Tomorrow is a new day..."