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Botched Lobotomy


Imprisoned (without charges) by the Paw Patrol

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Dear Diary

In a series of entries into a diary long-abandoned, Wallflower Blush comes to terms with the end of her relationship.

You've Got Mail

Twenty years ago, Wallflower Blush and Sunset Shimmer fall in love.

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Summer waxes, summer wanes. The sunflower sees it all.


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Chapters (7)
Comments ( 39 )

This, especially the messsages at the end, felt painfully real.

I hate this so much yet it's absolutely perfect and sad.

Great job!

00:47
The contractors may have also immediately forgotten why they came.

Savage. Props, girl.

Yeah, gonna echo Beholder on this. This ached in a good way - it hurt proper. The texts felt right, too, for a more modern relationship.

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Thanks, I appreciate it! Glad I was able to get across the appropriate level of happy-sad there :pinkiesad2:

23:25
I don’t think it would effect them anyway
23:25
Seeing as they’ve got magic too

23:26
So who do you think it would affect?

God, that “effect/affect” bit was so buttery smooth...

That’s what I’d be trying to make her into, and you can’t just replace the love of your life with the girl at the deli and hope everything is going to be fine.

And God help you if the girl at the deli was the love of your life.

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:rainbowderp: At that point, it's time to accept fate hates you.

I am pleased you found such an a propos way to display the award ribbon! :twilightsmile:

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Heh, I thought it fit. Didnt even have to change the size, the native resolution happened to work perfectly for the cover art! :twilightsmile:

It didn't hit as hard for me, personally, but I can absolutely see why this won the contest. This is actually incredible.

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Sunset's emoticon game is strong. :D

Got an "I glad" in there, fyi.

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Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear

oh my god :D

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oh my god, these text convos aren't just for funsies :O

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she wanted the handcuffs tho

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00:02
What the hell is sunnybuns
00:02
That better not be what you have me saved as

00:03
Sorry.

00:03
No you’re not

00:04
No, I’m not.

How you gonna hit us with this gem and then end on that note. D:

I coulda kept reading this for ages.

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Aww, thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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also, so glad someone caught this :trollestia:

this is kinda sad, made me want to cry. buy in a good way.

Very good story 10/10 would recommend

def going into my favs

good work, it shows your skill if you can actually get your readers emotional especially if you wanted them to feel the certain emotion.

I see in your words the same pain that has claimed the heart of me. A day may come when this courage of mine sails, when we reclaim friends and make new bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of whims, and banished tears, when the world of Men comes rushing in, but it is not this day. This day we cry.

I am at a loss to express my reaction without sounding consummately pathetic. Even setting aside the matching of resonant frequencies, this was absolutely brilliantly written... The texting reparteé (with timestamps to suit and the glorious contemporary references), the diaiy voicing, the threads and elements that weave across the brickwork of a melancholy narrative...

Thank you.

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Thanks for leaving such a great comment! I'm delighted you enjoyed it so much (if enjoyment is really the right word... :twilightsheepish:). It really means the world.

Wally is so clueless I love it

14:42 Sounds hot.

Oh no she’s a furry

23:59 Are you asking me out, Sunset?

She may be named Sunset but I feel like something is dawning :trixieshiftright:

ouch what the fuck

This is amazingly written and heartfelt but also WHAT THE FUCK

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No, thank YOU for writing this

I had planned to read another story after this one before going to bed. That's... clearly not gonna happen anymore.

Hm. I'm conflicted. Depending on interpretation/the angle of your perception, this could be a heart-warming story full of hope. She endured her hardships, she pushed through and came out the other side. Life goes on. And that image with the single sunflower among the ivy is just... beautiful. Even though it makes me wonder: Considering how little I know about sunflowers, I assume that for a single one to grow there, it had to be planted very recently, does it not? So maybe Sunset had been around not too long ago.

Oooon the other side, though, this is heart-breaking and sad, as it lays bare that nothing is sacred, nothing is timeless and eventually, given time, even the strongest bonds will succumb. There is no 'happy ever after'. Just 'happy for some time before it gets really nasty (again)'.

I think... what you can take from this story heavily depends on what nature and mindset you, as a reader, have. And I'm a pessimist at heart. Always have been, always will be. Many of Wallflower's lines hit uncomfortably close to home. Feeling like she was made to be alone. Feeling like she unlearned how to have a normal conversation. Desperately wanting to not wake up alone.
It's bleak.

On an unrelated note: I wonder if Sunset just returned home. And I mean, like, Equestria-home. If she's hurting this much, getting as far away as possible must be a tempting prospect, and there's not much farther away than another reality.

I wholeheartedly agree with Ice Star's sentiment:

Thank you for writing.

They were always more Sunset’s friends than mine, but still, it might have been nice...

oof… that is the truth, isn’t it? and as wonderful friends and people they are, after a breakup…

Once, I had a stone to do it for me. I glad it’s gone. There’s a hundred reasons to be glad of it, but now I’m glad it’s gone so that temptation isn’t sitting there. Because I would be tempted, and right now I’m not sure I could resist.

yeah, with the weight of twenty years, i would be tempted too. and i really feel the weight of those years in the words of this section, somehow. you do a fantastic job of that, as always

19:14
I don’t have a favourite plant.

19:14
Oh

19:17
It’s not like plants are very interesting. I don’t even really think about them much. I just take care of them.

augh this is so true. the assumption that since plants are Wallflower’s “thing” that they would totally be her cutie mark and what brings meaning and fulfillment to her life certainly could be! but this interpretation is much more depressing and re-inforces her themes

19:27
You don’t think about it, that’s fine!
19:27
Even though you’ve done it for years
19:27
& clearly put a lot of effort into it all
19:28
But sure
19:28
No thoughts
19:28
That’s cool ;)
19:33
?

augh love the story told in timestamps

19:34
You can stop pretending to care, you know.

and a very Wallflower assumption and response

I can’t stop turning it over in my head. That’s natural, I suppose, but knowing that hardly makes it any easier, now, does it? Death is natural, but we think about that too much, as well.

so true actually

some were mad quiet, when you vacuum the kitchen as loud as you can so you don’t have to say how upset you are, when you just sit and seethe and say ‘oh, no, I’m fine’, and everything is terrible until you curl up at night and reach over and squeeze her hand and she squeezes back, and you know it’ll be all right in the end. (Well, here it is, Wallflower. Everything all right?)

ooh, love this!

I’m trying to work out how it happened. How do people just stop talking? Eighteen years, it was the easiest thing in the world. More natural than breathing. And then, one day...

and augh, this really says it all. the gears seizing up, and it sneaking up on you, so real. 

There was that walk we took around the flower gardens, and that was sort of awkward in a way it maybe shouldn’t have been, but it wasn’t that unusual, not anything out of the ordinary, just a little quieter than normal, that’s all.

oh i feel this

When was it locked in? At what point did it become too late? There must have been a chance to change it, things like this aren’t simply set in stone, decided arbitrarily at the beginning of it all – there must have been a point where if I’d only said something else, things could have gone a different way; if I’d laughed, instead of only smiled, we’d still be here, together.

oof. i haven’t thought about my breakup experience in years but this is really bringing those memories back! you’ve really captured it

17:30
Hmm.

17:32
Okay, okay, I think that’s enough applause
17:33
Here

interspersing it with snippets of their actual text convos is just so perfect, augh this is art

17:42
Thank Celestia!

hehe this must seem like a very strange swear to the human high schoolers!

17:45
Hey, it’s a yearbook award
17:4
Yearbook awards get full pages
17:46
I don’t make the rules

17:47
Yes, Miss Yearbook Committee President.

17:48
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17:48
(It’s actually 2 pages)

fantastic touch with the split emoticon. i mean i just love all these exchanges they are so good

17:57
Well I’m on the yearbook committee too. They’re going to think I just gave myself two pages.

so very Wallflower (and ugh, me) to think of this first of all

18:02
So don’t worry, they’ll just think you have me wrapped around your finger or something
18:03
Like you’re blackmailing me

love this Sunset

18:17
Awww, don’t sell yourself short! <3
18:18
We could be dating, instead!

so many hints! i mean is it even “hints” at this point? love it

Well, we bought the house together. Mortgaged it together.

oof, that is quite a move to do without a marriage!

She didn’t call back, but she keeps paying it anyway. I’m not sure why. Probably it’s easier to just pay bills she doesn’t need to pay than talk to me. I don’t blame her.

okay now i’m relating to Sunset, since this is totally what i would do!

Staying at Twilight’s or Fluttershy’s or Rarity and Applejack’s (I think about them, and I feel old, and bitter, and jealous), calling up ‘Sorry, can I sleep at your place for a week or three?’

hey, you’re all the same age! but also, relatable

The whole thing feels...half-finished.

I wish that I could hate her.

augh! this captures Wallflower so well. wanting to leave that mark, to be seen, even in a process that is stressful and awful. closure! having the world recognize them! perfect! and given this,

We never married. Was that a bad sign? It didn’t feel like a bad sign, when we talked about it. Rarity and Applejack were engaged, and Sunset brought it up to me, and... I suppose, for whatever reason, it just didn’t seem important.

absolutely perfect that it was Wallflower that just “meh”-ed her way out of it

20:38
Awww
20:39
Is it a Wallflower?
20:39
;p

i love her

20:44
My interest has been peaked

20:44
*piqued.

omc she’s just like me fr

20:48
I like ivy because it’s persistent. You try to pull it off, and it just grows back again next week. And people say it’s a parasite, but it’s not, it just uses other things to climb.
20:50
It’s misunderstood. Just trying to reach the sun and grow strong.

love it. this is Wallflower’s favo(u)rite plant in every story and canon, i’ve decided

21:02
Used to see them nodding along on the way to school when I was a filly

21:04
I keep forgetting you used to be a pony.

hehehe i always love this

21:15
I’ll have you know I made a very pretty pony

21:16
*That* I have no trouble believing.

pfft, perfect

21:37
We’re going looking for pony Wallflower
21:38
I bet she’s *adorable*

so true and also existentially horrifying

23:56
Hey

23:58
Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear

23:59
What?
23:59
Sorry?

00:00
Don’t worry about it

well if this was a different genre of story i certainly would worry about it! that does sound very ominous out of context

00:46
They may have.
00:47
The contractors may have also immediately forgotten why they came.

ehehe nice

Sunset failed because she was too strong, too-well connected, and every time she tried to make the other children love her, they ran to band together – eventually, she tried with magic. Loneliness turned us cruel.

so true they do have that in common

Or maybe when I ran out of things to say to Sunset, I ran out of things to say to them, as well.

oof

Wanted. What a silly question. It was all that I had wanted, for more than half my life. I wanted to hear her voice so badly, wanted to talk and smile and love her as I had, without this awful tangle that had grown up all around us.

augh. that aching love and need buried under all the awful tangle… and if Sunset is the one who broke up suddenly and left, and is not doing well, and is wanting to talk then, well… i’m starting to get a picture of something. excited to see if i’m right!

14:41
At least you don’t have to know what demand-pull inflation is though

14:42
Sounds hot.

hehe. that does sound hot!

23:22
Just that sometimes I feel like maybe it’s just magic that makes people like me?

oh, dang! that is quite the insecurity, and an understandable one, given how being the protagonist of this TV show works

23:42
Why should you like me?

um because you’re cool as hell, Sunset?

23:59
No offence, Sunset, I think people like you because you’re an amazingly kind, funny, empathetic person who goes out of their way to help others, no matter what it takes to do it.

so true

00:03
That’s not fair
00:03
I was going to say all those nice things about you

00:04
What?

ahaha yeah, i would totally be Wallflower here

Sunnybuns. Call duration 1:25.

ooh, one hour and twenty-five minutes? at midnight? they liiiiiike each other!

But...she couldn’t be Sunset, though, could she? That’s what I’d be trying to make her into, and you can’t just replace the love of your life with the girl at the deli and hope everything is going to be fine.

such wise words. feel like they should be on a mug or something

Maybe I’m just a disgusting, pathetic, terrified

oof! don’t want to see Wally go down this road

She wouldn’t – not her fault, just that no one wants to hear about some ex they never met, from someone they’ve only known since Friday.

yeah that would be a lot for a new friend. ugh, breakups suck!

What if deli girl is secretly my soulmate, and I miss out on the perfect woman because I’m too caught up in my own head to try it out?

also a good mug candidate

19:13
Hey, you should try writing a diary

again, love the interleaving! why can’t more stories be like this

19:27
Don’t mistake me for those other cops
19:28
You may be above the law, but nothing’s higher in this world than justice

i love them so much. they are so good at bits! they belong together

19:49
What’s the worst that can happen?

19:50
More police role-play?

ahaha i mean is that a bad thing?

19:57
:D

augh love them

Sunset’s coming to pick up her stuff. I’ll let you know how it goes.

ugh, i can feel the dread in my stomach and i’m sitting here an entire reality away!

We used to have fun together. We used to...you know. I’d wake up, and she’d be there, and this great sense of peace would come over me. Or...that’s not quite right. I’d just be at peace, and see her, and continue being at peace. She’d say something, and I would laugh, and I’d say something, and she would laugh, and we’d kiss, and get up, or stay in bed a while longer, or do whatever. It didn’t matter. Whatever we did together, that was the default. This soaring happiness, this joy, this feeling like I was so light I could almost float across the floor, that’s what we had.

augh that is so wonderful! and so awful to know you will never get back to that state…

I think she was happier. Happier than last I’d spoken to her, sure, but happier than before, too. Happier than the last few months before we’d broken up. Not as cheerful as when we’d been together, not when we’d been one – part of me was glad to see that, and I hated that I thought that – but better.

and augh! those complex emotions. yeah. relatable, every bit

‘Can I come in?’ she asked, and that was different too, her having to ask. And she came in, and left her boots by the door, and hung her long coat upon the rack, and it was like she’d never left. Sunset was back. And Sunset was a stranger.

oof, i remember this. i remember.

‘How are you holding up?’ she asked me, the same question that everyone’s been asking me for the past eternity, and I knew that Sunset, my Sunset, could never have asked the question. Maybe that’s what made it easier to answer.

augh, so real. a stranger indeed

So she thanked me, and did the washing, waving me away as I tried to help, saying there was something therapeutic in it for her, to wash these plates in this house for the last time probably ever, and we moved through and started loading the bags into her car.

and oof, yeah. that closure again

And we stood in the doorway and stared at each other.

And wondered why we felt so distant.

Wondered at the life we’d had.

And wondered at the life to come.

She kissed my cheek, and vanished.

just magnificent, this

23:14
What, you mean human? Dancers?
23:15
In your case, ponies? Prancers?

ahaha love it

23:59
Are you asking me out, Sunset?

dang, right before midnight again! Wallflower’s sense of timing is impeccable

00:01
......no?

ooh, what did she say next? what did she say next???

Hey, it’s been a while. I think this is going to be my last diary entry. When Sunset suggested it, I needed this. A few years later, I didn’t need it any longer.

oh dang, i totally thought this was going to be at the end of her life, given the title!

The school was just what I expected. As in, I expected it to be completely different, and it was. It’s not even a school anymore, just a building, a big, empty building that the sign in front says they’re trying to turn into a sports centre. Well, I left some money in the donation box, and went round to check it out.

augh, the themes of change and never going back to what things once more, and the mundanity of it all. i love it so much

They’re going to have a hell of a job turning the place into anything. The whole building’s covered with ivy (oops), and it’s spread to most of the trees nearby, as well. Makes the forest much darker than it used to be, and that gives off a bad impression, thought I know it’s healthier than ever.

love that the ivy got a callback, and wow, what perfect symbolism

If no one comes and cuts it down (and what reason would they have to?) it should be there still, blossoming in the summer sun. When autumn comes, the leaves will die, petals shrivel – but the seeds will drop, and maybe, in a year or two, if that sports centre ever gets proper funding, some kid will come along and find a grove of bright sunflowers, stretched out beneath the ivy.

A mark of what has been, and what can be, bursting at the seams with possibility. Blooming in the ivy: a spot of brilliant joy.

augh, chills! tears, almost! dangit, Botched, you’ve done it again!

00:02
What the hell is sunnybuns
00:02
That better not be what you have me saved as

and “Sunnybuns” having been there the whole time, augh. so much full circle on everything

00:09
Forever, always?

00:09
Of course <3
00:10
Forever and ever.

well, my heart feels like it’s been ripped from my ribcage. it’s almost midnight here, and i’m just left staring off into space, sitting with my feelings, you know?

dang, Botched, what can i even say? i’m just glad that the SunFlower Contest judges picked this for first because they were very right to. this was just exquisite. and i both regret not reading this earlier because it deserves so much to be read by everyone, and am thankful that i am getting to it only now so that the me of the present can be here to savo(u)r the experience of reading this for the first time.

just, thank you for writing what you do. i am so very glad you exist!

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