[Be aware: this doesn't contain suicide or self-harm, but it definitely contains thoughts of it.]
“Things aren’t good. And they’re not happy. And they’re not what either of us would have chosen. But, Wallflower, they’re enough.”
Sunset had said that, and she'd meant every word.
Their relationship survived, and helped them survive, the worst times of their lives. No matter how bad things got, their love was enough.
She never imagined that all it would take to break them up was for things to get better.
This is a story about two broken people in a fundamentally flawed relationship. It's another depression thing (I seem to be cranking them out.)
When something can break through deep depression and give you normal feelings, there's a tendency to latch onto it as though it's the only available flotation, you're all alone in the middle of the ocean, and you no longer have the energy to keep you head above water. If that thing happens to be another person, it can give you a very skewed understanding of how you feel about them.
This story is about two people coming out of that. It's neither dark nor a tragedy; that should tell you something.
This story is to be my entry in Sunset Shimmer Shipping Shenanigan 3: The Final Shippening. (If I can finish it on time, that is.)
The premise came from the fact that the FAQ mentioned Anon-a-Miss again this year, and from the prompt boiling down to: "The relationship has to end". Everything else came from the idea, generously donated by someone else, that it could be a Sunflower story.
[Cover art by Scampy]
