The Sunrise Sonata, Part 8
The Sunrise Sonata Pt8
Sunset Shimmer
Much like after her meeting with Aria, Sunset walked home rather than taking the bus. The wind picked up, clouds gathered, rain fell. She paid it little attention. In her small apartment, she sat down feeling the abrupt downwards spiral of events, not caring about the wet stain she was making on the sofa.
Alone in the little room in the dreadful silence, she remembered how lonely she had been back when she had striven for power and prestige, how empty and even slightly frightening being alone in her own apartment had been. It had only been her drive, her lust for power, that had allowed her to manage it. Having a purpose that drowned out everything else had made it all bearable. But that was no longer the case.
She wanted to cry, but knew that she didn’t deserve to. She’d cried all the previous day, and Sonata had comforted her. Out of selfless concern for her, Sonata had comforted her for feeling the guilt she ought to have felt, for feeling the pain that a deep, instinctual part of her knew she should feel. Unwilling to let herself descend into tears, her feelings escaped in other forms. Standing up she kicked the coffee table, shoved an easel furiously out of the way and sent canvas and papers flying. It didn’t make her feel the least bit better. Her phone vibrated on the table but she ignored it. She had vague thoughts of taking a shower, about going to bed, but after her fit of anger left her, she had no energy to do much of anything, and simply sat alone in the growing darkness.
Sunset barely registered the time between this and the first knock on her door. As the silence was broken by the sharp rap of knuckles on wood, her brain suddenly registered several details. Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, and there was a distinctive smell in the room, like rank water. She also realised she was hungry.
“We know y’all’re in there, Sunset,” came a familiar voice as the knocking resumed.
“We just want to talk to you,” said another.
Listlessly, Sunset stood up and walked to the door. Opening it, she found Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash all standing in the hallway, all looking quite shocked.
“Darling!” Rarity shrieked, clutching her face. Applejack elbowed her. “I mean, uh... my, my, you’ve seen better days.” She gave a nervous laugh.
“May we come in?” Applejack asked, gently. Sunset nodded and stood aside for them.
The three of them looked around with slightly pained expressions. Sunset registered the tipped over easel, the crooked table, the wet spot on the sofa, and knew they were making something of it all in their minds.
“We, err... heard about yesterday,” Rainbow Dash said, scratching the back of her head absently.
Sunset’s mouth twisted slightly, but she fought down the feeling. Applejack took her gently by the forearm and led her back to the couch. Sitting in between Applejack and Rarity, Sunset offered them all drinks, but Applejack waved her down.
“We came to see how you are,” Applejack said. “Our sisters all told us about what happened.”
“Quite,” Rarity said daintily. “Sweetie Belle was all of a dither about it, poor thing.”
“Scootaloo wasn’t her usual awesome self either,” Rainbow Dash muttered, looking troubled. She blushed slightly as Sunset looked at her. “She’s as good as my sister,” she declared robustly.
“We understand if you don’t think it’s our business,” Applejack said. “But we wanted to hear your side of things.”
Sunset explained, perhaps not in so fine detail as she had with her outpouring to Sonata, instead keeping to the finer points. She gave them the gist however, and it was obvious by their reactions that the crusaders had for the most part given a faithful retelling.
“I know I was wrong,” Sunset added after a short silence.
“Did you apologise?” Rarity asked.
“It doesn’t matter. She didn’t accept it.”
“She means Aria,” Rainbow Dash corrected.
Sunset felt her insides clench. “No.”
“Are you going to?” Applejack asked, beadily. Sunset said nothing. “I really think you should.”
“After what she—“ Sunset erupted, but Applejack held up a hand.
“Look, I don’t pretend to know everything that went on between you two, I only have what you’ve said happened. But by all that I’ve heard, I think Aria needed to hear what you said to her.”
Sunset opened her mouth to protest, but then stopped. “Wait... you agree with me?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Applejack said, frowning slightly in disapproval. “Aria made some bad decisions. Yes, she had it rough, but she brought a lot of her misery upon herself, and I think she needed to hear someone tell her that outright.”
“The fist in the face probably didn’t hurt either,” Rainbow Dash said, winking at Sunset. “Well, not emotionally anyway.”
“But on the other hand,” Applejack said, giving Rainbow a quelling look. “I think that you might have gone a bit too far.”
Sunset’s shoulders, tight as they were, slumped a little to hear what she had already suspected. Her misery of two days previously, she now knew, was her own guilt at how she had unfairly treated Aria, at least at the end. It was just such an unfamiliar sort of guilt, disconnected from what she usually associated with it, that she hadn’t recognised it. Yet at the same time...
“I don’t think I did,” Sunset said in a low voice. Her friends all looked at each other.
“You don’t think maybe a little...?” Rarity asked, weakly.
“Or are you just letting your feelings get in the way?” Applejack noted.
“Well,” Sunset began uncomfortably. “How am I supposed to feel? I... I love Sonata. Aria was horrible to her. Did nothing but call her names, abuse her, blamed her for every failure. Sonata could forgive her, and I tried, I honestly did, but then I went to see her alone and... and she said those awful things...” she couldn’t go on. The mere memory of Aria’s furious diatribe against Sonata sent her insides into emotional freefall. She bit her lip and shifted in her clothes.
“I get that you’re hurtin’, sugarcube,” Applejack whispered, patting her gently on the shoulder. “Believe me, ah do. But you can’t hold onto feelings like that; they don’t do you nothin’ but grief.”
“We know it’s hard, dear,” Rarity soothed, nodding sagely. “Forgiving can be hard.” She gave Rainbow a cool look that Rainbow noticed.
“Tch,” Rainbow scoffed. “I knock over one poncy rack of dresses...”
“So what do you say, Sunset?” Applejack asked, bracingly. “Forgive and forget?”
In total honesty, Sunset wanted to say yes. The benefits were crystal clear in her mind: Sonata would be happy again, and best case scenario might even return Sunset’s feelings. She didn’t know what Aria had done yesterday, leaving the hospital, but if apologising made her feel any better, that could only be a plus she supposed. Then there was this leaden guilt festering inside like an acid-splattered boulder in her gut. If apologising would get rid of it, then the sooner the better. But there was a problem.
“I... can’t,” she breathed, clutching her middle.
“Why?” Rarity asked after a short and astonished pause.
The answer Sunset wanted to give was “she doesn’t deserve it,” but she knew how that would sound, and so she said nothing. She just stared at the floor, at the paper and canvas strewn across it.
Her friends seemed to realise the cause was lost for the time being. They promised to check on her again soon, and reluctantly departed. Sunset answered their goodbyes but wasn’t really paying attention. Long after the door closed, she remained staring at the floor, absorbed in her thoughts.
Should she go and see Sonata, try to make things right with her?
Probably not the best idea. The situation was what needed to be rectified, and Sunset just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Some part of her was simply appalled by the idea.
It was whilst thinking such melancholy thoughts that she noticed a slight oddity. Unlike the other papers and canvas strewn across the floor, one of them was rolled up like a scroll, and tucked underneath the coffee table. Feeling a trace of curiosity pierce her unhappiness, she plucked it from under the table, and unfurled it.
Then came the test. Her determination not to cry shaken to its core.
The canvas showed a relatively simple picture, but Sonata was so good at what she did that the entire thing was crystal clear and perfect. Two people on a white background, holding hands. The Sonata in the picture smiled her ditzy, whimsical smile, radiant and beautiful. The Sunset in the picture smiled back at her, a trace of colour in her cheeks, her fiery hair lifting as though in a light breeze. The scene was so simple, yet it hit Sunset like a spear through the chest. Drops of water splashed down onto the canvas. Sunset touched her face, and with a thrill of anguish felt the tears there. Hurling the picture away, she pressed herself into the sofa, teeth clenched and eyes pressed shut in the desperate effort not to cry. The image in her mind of herself and Sonata holding hands seemed to burn inside her skull.
It wasn’t the picture itself, nor was it really the thought of Sonata, nor the weighty guilt still bubbling inside her that had elicited this instinctive reaction. It was a single, pure idea that the subtle, cosmic inevitability of cause and effect had concluded in Sunset Shimmer’s head. It was the feeling of loss, and a longing for what could have been. Of what almost might have been.
Ten minutes ago, you don’t know how happy that would have made me.
Sonata returned to the apartment late in the morning. Sunset had been making tea at the time, finally succumbing to her thirst, and found to her disgust that she was pressing herself against the unit in an effort to avoid Sonata’s gaze.
“Hello,” she said tensely, pushing herself off the unit.
“Hi,” Sonata said.
Sunset watched her out of the corner of her eye. Sonata wasn’t looking at her, but around at the mess on the floor. Sunset thought quickly.
“Sorry,” she said. “Tripped just now and haven’t got around to...” she trailed off when it became apparent that Sonata wasn’t really listening. She set up the easel, gathered the papers, picked up a paintbrush from under the sofa, and set back to work.
Sunset watched her covertly for a few minutes. She didn’t look angry, or sad, or anything really. There was just a blandness in her face that Sunset had never seen there before, an emptiness of expression that was far removed from cheer, or even the nonplussed look Sonata sometimes got mid-conversation.
“Did you find Aria?” Sunset ventured.
“She was looking for me,” Sonata said, tonelessly. “She told me she was sorry. She said that she never meant any of it; that she wasn’t in her right mind and didn’t know what to do. She said that she’d try harder.”
Sunset’s unease only grew at these words. She imagined that Aria had said rather more than just those succinct points. Cupping her tea in her hand, she asked if Sonata wanted any. Five minutes later, leaving the fresh mug on the counter, Sunset retreated to her bedroom and shut the door. Sitting on her bed, she cursed her own cowardice, her head in her hands.
“Just apologise,” she whispered to the dark. “That’s all you have to do.” She stared at a dark patch of wall for a moment, and then dropped her head back into her hands. Why is it so hard? she groaned in her head.
No, she thought internally. No. No more moping. This is ridiculous. I can’t just avoid her forever. We live together. I need something, something to do, something to say, someone to ask about this. Someone who might know why I can’t just make this right. It should be so easy!
She thought a long while, considering each and every person that might be able to help. None of her immediate friends would be much help. Applejack and Rarity, the two who would have been at the top of the list, had not been able to suggest anything other than apologising. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, whilst experts in some things, did not strike Sunset as experts on relationships. And Fluttershy would probably just blush and mutter, and Sunset would never get a word out of her.
Then it struck her. And she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t thought of it before. Who better to ask about relationships than the Princess of Friendship? Surely this qualified as a form of friendship in some way, just with a few extra hormones tossed in. Twilight was a science-y person, wasn’t she? Surely a little biology was no obstacle.
Taking the journal from her bedside drawer, she opened it to a fresh page and began to write.
Dear Princess Twilight,
I’m writing to you to seek your advice on
She paused, then scribbled it out. Far too formal. They were friends after all; she should write informally, or Twilight might think something was up. There was something up of course, but an unbiased opinion was preferable here. Or maybe she should write formally. She was a princess after all...
Sunset shook her head, scowling at her own foolishness. She began to write again.
Dear Princess Twilight,
Hi there. How’s Equestria these days? I hope the princess duties aren’t keeping you too busy or anything, because I was hoping that you could help me with a little problem I’m having.
- Sunset Shimmer
She pursed her lips a little at the downplay in her words, but waited all the same. The journal vibrated suddenly in her lap, glowing with a faint purple shimmer. Turning the page, the following words appeared on the paper as though an invisible hand were scratching them out.
Dear Sunset Shimmer,
The Princess duties are going well, thank you. It’s mostly just sorting out the castle for now, so nothing too taxing yet. What did you want to talk about?
- Twilight
Sunset had already described Sonata’s becoming their friend months before, and had even reported on Adagio’s redemption upon their return from Whitetail. She hadn’t spoken much to Twilight since then however, and certainly hadn’t spoken of her feelings towards Sonata. She did now, going into the details of what had happened up until the disastrous events of yesterday.
I don’t know what to do. Please help me.
Sunset waited with bated breath, watching the next page with a desperate intensity. But the following reply was shortness itself.
Do you mind if I ask somepony else about this? Princess Celestia and Princess Cadence might be able to help.
Sunset hesitated. Her old tutor...
She had not spoken to, nor thought much about her old tutor for so many years. Principal Celestia was so unlike her in action and manner, mostly because of the difference in their positions, that Sunset didn’t really consider her too terribly like her old teacher. And who was Princess Cadence? Sunset had not heard of her before now.
But she, Sunset, was different now. And she no longer resented Celestia. It was with a certain trepidation however that she wrote back in the assent.
It was at least an hour before Twilight replied, and Sunset, who’d been dozing on the bed, leapt up and lunged for the book. It fell off the bed and hit the floor, where it opened. Sunset leaned over the bed and flipped the pages, looking eagerly for the new inscription. The message was fairly long.
Dear Sunset Shimmer,
After a lengthy discussion with Princess’ Celestia and Cadence, we think we might have an idea of why you’re having trouble. I’m sorry if this causes you any harm; you’re my friend and I don’t want to occasion you any more hurt than I have to, but Princess Celestia believed it best for me to be honest with you on this matter, since it’s so important to you.
My dear friend, it is our belief that you may harbour feelings of guilt, not just from your confrontation with Aria, but from a disappointment in yourself you may feel from your past actions. Please, before you feel any offense, just let me say that neither I, nor any of our friends feel resentment towards you. I feel I can at least vouch for their feelings when it comes to that. I don’t think that you should feel any shame from actions you have acquitted yourself of; your present actions and your determination to make amends commends you far beyond whatever you did in the past. But Cadence and Celestia both believe as I do that you may be seeing your own past disappointments in Aria’s mistakes. Perhaps that is why you find it hard to forgive her, because you can’t even forgive yourself.
Sunset stopped reading here. Her first instinct was to protest. For a second or two she fully intended to write back, wondering aloud where Twilight could have gotten such an idea from. But then as sometimes happens when an uncomfortable truth is pointed out to a person, Sunset began to develop something inside her that was a little like fear. She paused with the pen hovering over the page. Twilight’s message continued on a little ways more. Maybe there was good news at the end.
As your friend, I urge you, if you feel the same way, to forgive yourself.
Well so much for that...
Sighing, she read on.
Also, although I don’t think it my place to be the one to write it to you, I am the one most conveniently placed to do so. Princess Celestia wishes me to let you know that she never gave up hope that you would discover the magic of friendship. She is proud of how far you’ve come, and if you’ll forgive me for saying so, so am I. You saved two people from a life without friendship, maybe even a third. If you can forgive her.
If you feel any of this to be true, even a hint of it, please at least consider it. The thought of any of my friends in as much pain as you are is unbearable to me.
- Twilight Sparkle
Sunset sat a long while contemplating these words.
Princess Celestia was proud of her? It stung a little to realise how much that actually touched her. Under other circumstances she might have been happy about it.
But was their point valid? Sunset had a sinking feeling that it was. At one point she might have denied it, no matter how glaringly obvious it was. But she wasn’t that person anymore, and seated on her bed with nothing but the journal for company, she was forced to admit to herself that it was probably true.
But how did one overcome a shame of one’s self?
- To be Continued
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5323998 Very true. Immediate time is so messy, whilst me sitting here writing is so methodical and calculated. Spontaneity is the true trial of the writer.
Is there nothing better than a well-received story basking in its everlasting glory? No? Fine, if you want to be a pessimist.
Seriously, I liked your story. It is obvious from the first sentence forward that you have spent a lot of hard work on this story. Your use of characterization is pretty good, the overall themes aren't like any other story I have recently read, and the contrasting of night and day is absolutely brilliant. I congratulate you on a good job.
A billion bits to you,
Matthew DePointe
Poor Sunset. Twilight and the others definitely have a point though. I admit, this chapter made me so sad, I may have let out a tear or two. Really good work with this! Please keep it up and update soon!
Seems a bit too neat and tidy, considering the emotional mess that each of them is, but then I guess this is hardly a resolution.
That sounds a bit funny to the ear. Why the third-person-ness?
I feel like there should be a visual break in the text around or right after that.
Once again, I am in awe of your skill.
Well, I don't quite hate everything. But some of the emotional impact felt a bit artificial.
The sequence with Twilight, though, did a good job of conveying emotion. That made up for it.
Ah, classic reflexive hatred. Sunset sees Aria as a mirror version of her old self, whom she herself still hasn't forgiven. You've clearly spent a lot of time on this. I love it.
Deserving forgiveness is not the same as needing forgiveness
Too much sadness!
Forgiving others can sometimes be easy. Forgiving yourself is always hard. I know how that goes.
Fingers crossed for Sunset and Sonata. And Aria.
I'm surprised you had it start raining when Sunset was walking home; a bit cliche, you know. That being said, it made me think a funny thought. Though unlikely in the human world, I can imagine this trope holding water in Equestria, like whenever a pegasus sees a depressed pony walk by, they think it's funny to follow them around with a rain cloud. Pegasi are jerks
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5324229 I did have some scruples with the rain. What I wanted was the smell of dampness in her apartment. That smell is just ripe with misery and disappointment.
Jackass pegasi, you know they would do that.
5324096 Neat and tidy how? Is there a peculiarity in the way they're acting?
5324106 Artificial in what way?
5324051 Heeeey, have I let you guys down yet?
Updates regular.
5324167 I have spent a long time thinking about it, certainly. Whilst not altogether original, it seemed to fit the situation. Green stick in the green hole.
5324259
It felt forced. Like, "I'm supposed to feel sad, so I'm going to feel sad." It didn't feel entirely genuine. It just felt... off. This was mostly in the beginning, when I hated everything. So that probably accounts for some of it.
Sunset, you must love yourself! Only then can you love Sonata!
5324420 Oh. I don't know. It seems genuine to me, but maybe I can't see passed the fact that I wrote it. I mean, it's natural to be miserable after getting, not just rejected, but also put down as questionably unethical by one's prospective lover, isn't it?
Isn't it? I'm starting to wonder now.
5324435
It wasn't the feelings themselves. It was the emotional impact those feelings tried to convey. The way the narration was, they felt a bit stale, is all.
5324441 I think I see. Any thoughts on how to make it not stale? I'm really drawing a blank here, and that doesn't usually happen.
5324447
I'm not entirely sure, especially since my view is colored by my hatred of shipping. Like, given the shipping, everything made sense. But also given the shipping, I feel like there should have been a bit more to it. Sunset seemed a bit too... mechanical, if that's the right word. And even if there hadn't been shipping, I feel like Sunset would have felt too mechanical.
5324453 Well as I say, I'm drawing a blank. My intention was not to focus too much on her reaction to Sonata's rejection of her, but I couldn't deny that it was something that needed mentioning. I couldn't omit her reaction, it would have been just too strange to go from "she feels like crap" in the previous chapter, to "Here she is dealing with the problem".
I kind of felt if I'd added to what's there though, I would have been putting too much focus on her moping rather than on her actually dealing with the problem, which is the true meat of this installment.
Well that makes sense. All this time, Sunset not only was angry at Aria because of the way Aria treats Sonata, Sunset was also angry at herself because of her previous behavior as a bully...and it makes her feel guilty. I hope Sunset can forgive herself and patch things up with Sonata.
Great job on the chapter and I Look forward to your next chapter!
5324229
While they might not do that to other people (or they might if you think Dash put the stormy cloud over Apple Bloom's head in Call of the Cutie), it happens natural to pegasi. When Dash was feeling down in Testing 1, 2, 3, the cloud she was laying on turned stormy on its own. An interesting take on the weather literally reflecting your mood when you're a pegasus.
Anyway onto the chapter, it seemed fine to me, nothing felt too mechanical that I could see.
I like that she wrote to Twilight and her brooding and self destructive actions were believable to me.
I can also feel for Sonata and Sunset when she comes back to the apartment. I know that feeling all too well...
Woo!! An update, in the last half hour of my shift. Thanks mr. Daniel, you beautiful human c:
After reading: it still hurts tho, my chest is compressing into my body right nowwww
5324259
It's just hard to imagine Sonata so conveniently returning, and then there not being any further heated words. I guess the characters less outwardly emotional than one might expect. The previous chapter and the first half of this one make you feel like the situation is going to explode or deteriorate further and then nothing happens. Even if Sunset were a mostly perfect champion of friendship somethings engender harms greater in scope than that which caused them. Sunset had a nasty, heated argument which may have driven Aria to act differently, yet Aria's actions plus Sunset's revelation seem to have really screwed up her relationship.
Maybe you're just doing your best to keep it subtle/nuanced as a story, but it feels more subdued than I think it should be, at the moment.
5324658 I dunno...it all kinda makes sense to me. Sunset is wracked with guilt, self-loathing and depression...so she's gonna be in her own head... she wont start the inevitable heated converstion until provoked...and Sonata is trying despertly to ignore the growing problem, which is really the feelings of betrayal and the sense that she has misjudeged the character of someone she is falling for... so really both are in a state of numb introspection, its not too uncommon. Of course one small spark will destroy the numbness and all hell will break loose.
Great chapter, I like the realistic way things are progressing, not the usual way drama in romance is written (with characters flying off the handle and friends turning on each other).
Here it's more subtle and enjoyable.
God dang Gleebits, how do you do you do it? This fic is amazing and you have yet to disappoint me. How do you write such wonderful work? Tell me your secrets!
PS. I might have said this already but i feel the need to say it none the less. This is my favorite fic and I hope to see much more of it.
What a lovely way to start my morning! Another update! Now, for the first time I have something I bring up in a sightly negative light. I think that maybe you could make the whole situation between Sonata and Sunset more tense. Now, I'm sure you've got some trick up your sleeve that has something to do with the talk between Aria and Sonata that would explain why it was written like it was. Plus, it's your story, and I'm not about to tell you how it should be written because you've gotten this far on your own. Why change what already good? Anyway, keep up the good work, friend!
To be honest, I have a feeling that you are ruining the 3rd Equestria Girls movie for a lot of us. It will probably have some kind of redemption plot prepared for Dazzlings (if not, it will be a huge waste), but I'm 100% sure that it won't come even close in terms of quality level and emotions to what I've seen in your story so far. Please, don't stop being amazing.
5325386 I rather hope the next chapter will explain why Sonata at least is not so tense as Sunset is about the whole thing. I'm always open to input if anyone wants to give it, and generally I'll take it under fair consideration if it doesn't intrude on the general aim of the story.
5325199 You will never know my secrets! NEVAAAAR!!!
5324786 It's sometimes difficult to balance story flow with realistic relationships.
5325568 I shall continue this story to the end, of great Face of Bo
5324552 Don't worry, it gets better soon. Or at least, there's no further tragedy I don't think. I'll have to go through the chapters I've written and see-- oooh, there's a bad one...
5324497 Don't worry, for Sunset has a plan! A cunning plan.
We talking about Sonata or Sunset at this point? Cause I feel the name should be Sunset.
I personally like the name "Cadance" over "Cadence", but you're the crazy non-'Murican with your funny grammar and spelling of somethings.
I can think of something why Sonata is acting this way right now, but i don´t want to say anything right know, because i am not sure if my idea came to sudden.
I like it, i like it that Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow Dash haven´t said to much and knew when they had to leave, and i like it that the advise Twilight gave to Sunset was more or less simple. I don´t know how to say it, but usually if i read something like that, the moment i read Twilight, there would suddenly happen something like Equestria Girls 3. I mean my first thought was, that Twilight visit the Human World again and take care of everything, i maybe say it to often, but you do a great job with your characters and the plot.
I know it is supposed to be sad, but i like it somehow. that Sunset have her own chapter to dwell in her own bitter agony, and of course i agree that Aria as well as Sunset aren´t innocent. I don´t know when it happend, but i started to like Aria a little bit more than Sonata, well i honestly don´t know which one i like more, but i have more good storys about Aria than about Sonata i think.
5324477 I can kind of see what Csquared means. To me, it seemed as though she went through the stages of grief a bit too fast. Denial/isolation: I could see the fact that she tried to salvage the situation by saying 'I love you' would be a form of denial, and going to the apartment as isolation. Anger: her throwing things around. Bargaining: there wasn't a whole lot of this, I feel like. Maybe, when she said ily, that could have been both denial and bargaining? Or when she was writing to twilight trying to see if she could do anything except what she (honestly) needs to do? I'm not quite sure at what stage you intended to have her at the end of this chapter. Depression: just before the end, before she wrote to Twi, she seemed pretty sad when speaking with Sonata. But that may be me interpreting Sonata's mood and applying it to the conversation. Acceptance: I don't think she's quite there yet lol...
I know people grieve differently, so if you wanna avoid spoilers or anything, PM me, because I'd really like some insight into that.
And is the other "bad" chapter (there's never any bad chapters from you lol) at least going to be the next one? Or do I have another to look forward to later? :v
Atoning can be so painful. At the very least Aria could muster the strength to speak to Sonata. Still, what did transpire between them for Sonata to retain her sadness...?
Fantastic lies
woven into the night,
your love untimely claimed by bitterness.
The mistakes of the past haunt you still,
and the fantasy shatters beneath your fretful rage,
that the light might escape you again
and swiftly,
you lose your way.
Only by that friendship might you find,
only within that warmth;
the dream can still be dreamt this night,
yourselves blooming still in darkness
away from despair.
Awaiting further releases.
I hesitated for countless moments, but I feel like I should share it with you. I can't help to scream like an excited little girl which is going to Disneyland whenever you update this. Honestly I expected less from this chapter because it was made in such short time, but you surprised me again. I'm blindly saying it but it was a great chapter you pulled out here. I'll read it more patiently later, but at last I can say that I'm not dissapointed.
Ps: Immediately after I finished reading, the lyrics of the song L'avventura played inside my head. It was a wonderful feeling I expect having in the chapters that are to come.
Pss: I feel like I'm getting gay reading this '--'
Psss: Do not worry, my fwiend. I won't stop reading it.
5326623 I really like your poetic review.
Hmm. I kinda understand Sunset here. Forgiving herself for past mistakes is very hard. I hope she can do so. Looking forward for more.
5327156 Short amount of time? I'm not sure what you mean. It took me a little longer to put this one out than most of the others.
5326623 You'll find out what transpired between them int he next chapter. Sonata's perspective comes next.
5326022 I like all of the sirens in their degrees, but I like Sonata the best.
I would not have Twilight come and solve problems like this. If Twilight were to return, it'd have to be for some apocalyptic level problem, like evil magic monsters trying to take over the world for instance.
5326021 Thanks for the correction there. I don't know how I put Sonata's name there
5327849 It's because a gap of two days for writing and yet maintaining/evolving the quality of the story... it sure is something to be proud about. I think I'm just so amazed because I cannot do it like you do, in only two days. I still need to evolve a lot to get to your level. Maybe what you have is talent, but I don't have this talent of yours. Not in English at least.
So I'm just praising you because I admire not only your story, but your way of writing. I cannot say I admire you because I don't know you, but your way of writing things with such ease is amazing.
Ps: I just couldn't cry in the previous chapter because I can't. I tried but it didn't work. I did get depressive and hungry for this last chapter tho /))'3')/)
5328005 Oh I see. Well the trick is that I think about it throughout the day and then write it when I get home. It's easier just writing down one's already formed ideas rather than sitting down and forming them on the spot.
5328059 I wanted to have this ease you have ^^
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You got Sonata on the brain! As a food, how good are tacos? Just answer the question, we can see how deeply you are infected.
5328068 Mmm, tacos... *drool*
5328066 It comes with enthusiasm. Something is easier when you enjoy doing it.
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I suppose, but if there is no spark and hell doesn't break loose it will continue seeming a strange action/reaction for either of them.
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I see. Good to know.
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Indeed! The conflict is a sumptuous tease for a fine resolution~
Thank for your interest.
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5328698 Why yes. Yes I am
Every time I read this, I find myself glancing over at the scroll bar, expecting so much more, and then it ends with the scroll bar halfway down the window. it's infuriating because it's so good, and I want more... and the scroll bar makes me hate it. regardless, as I stated seconds ago, this is still so very wonderful, and can't wait for more!
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You may have Sonata-itis. It might help if you are able to put out chapters faster to get the Sonata's out of your system. You can also try moving onto a different project and split your free time a little more.