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- ORIGINAL PROMPT:
- >"Hey, Anon. You got a minute?"
- >"Listen, I know you don't like these "talks" and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but..."
- >"We've been together for a while now and...well, I don't know where we're going."
- >"Sometimes I still feel like I don't know you."
- >"You never let me in, Anon. You never let me know how you're feeling."
- >"Sometimes I wonder if you even care about me."
- >"You keep to yourself, I get that, but if you'd just let me invade your space every once in a while...it might take away the pain."
- >"Look, I need you to tell me something, cause I need to know..."
- >"Do you love me, Anon? Cause...you're losing me."
- STORY:
- >You were sitting with Sunset at her bus stop when she decided to drop a bombshell on you.
- >She was distant on the walk over here, something seemingly on her mind.
- >You never thought it was about you.
- >"Anon, please. I need to know."
- >Your mouth turns to cotton.
- >Situations like these have never been a strong point of yours.
- >You've been described as looking like 'a deer caught in headlights'.
- "I- I don't..."
- >She turns away from you, her expression changing from one of worry to sorrow.
- >She bites a finger to try quell her emotions.
- "Sunny, I- I love-"
- >Do you love her, truly?
- >Have you ever really felt love for anyone, specifically her?
- >Her expression changes again, but this time to anger.
- >Hesitating was a mistake.
- >The bus pulls up from down the road, the brakes screeching as it pulls into the station.
- >"That's-"
- >She sharply inhales.
- >"That's all I need to hear."
- >As hard as she tries to mask it with anger, she's hurting.
- >You know her at least that well.
- "No, I didn't mean that, I just... Please come back, we can talk about this."
- >She steps onto the bus, but turns around to tell you one last thing.
- >"Anon, I've tried. So many times. But this time, I can't. I'm not going to 'talk' about it, where we have an hour long discussion that leads us nowhere. Don't try contact me today, I n-need to think about this."
- >She chokes up near the end, a tear escaping her.
- >Wiping it off with her jacket, the bus door closes and pulls off leaving you speechless on the side walk.
- >Did-
- >Did she just break up with you?
- >Did she imply that you two were over?
- >It hits you in waves.
- >The feeling makes you sick.
- >Sunset's become such an integral part of your life over these last few months, even trying to imagine life without her is impossible.
- >You have to fix this.
- >But how?
- >The walk home could be described as nothing but a slow shuffle.
- >You hit and miss your apartment keyhole a few times getting it open.
- >Nothings been in focus since this afternoon.
- >Thoughts of Sunset wrack your brain.
- >She told you not to contact her.
- >Should you?
- >Or would she just ignore the message?
- >You curse at yourself for being so emotionally stunted.
- >Deciding against her wishes, you pick up your phone and message her.
- >It doesn't matter if she reads it or not, but you have to try.
- [Sunset, you there? Look, I'm sorry about today. I was caught off guard and I didn't know how to respond. I love you more than anything in my world. I know you know that, despite how little I may say it. I'm sorry for not being able to open up to you, I just don't know how. One thing I can say for absolute certain is how important you are to me, and how I would do anything to make you happy. I know that sending this message isn't enough to fix anything, I just needed to let you know that I do care. Goodnight Sunny, I hope we can get over this soon.]
- >You hit send.
- >She wouldn't read it if it was any longer.
- >You can only hope that she sees it and takes it into consideration.
- >Putting the phone down, you get up and make dinner.
- "Just don't know how, huh."
- >The rest of the evening is spent in silence.
- >You avoid checking your phone, lest Sunset messaged you back.
- >But after a certain point you couldn't take it any more.
- >Opening the chat you can see that she read the message.
- >Thank God.
- >Maybe now you two can talk about it.
- [Please, tell me what you're thinking.]
- >Yet as the hours flow by in a haze, she doesn't even come online, much less read the chat.
- >Finding some peace of mind in your work, you're left feeling exhausted.
- >But the thoughts don't stop.
- >You walk through your apartment, turning off all the lights in preparation for sleep.
- >But your eyes don't leave your phone.
- >If she replies to you, you /have/ to be online.
- >You want to tell her how sorry you are for being a prick.
- >How completely idiotic you act whenever conversations get serious.
- >And as you get into bed, the phone remains silent.
- >It stays that way whilst you toss and turn in your bed, eventually getting to sleep.
- >...
- >A drop of hot oil jumps up onto your arm, and you brush it off with a cloth.
- >She didn't reply to your message.
- >You sent her a good morning text, but she didn't even read that.
- >You're just hoping she shows up at one of her classes today, and you can catch her there.
- >This time for sure, you're going to act like you should have been all these months.
- >You pick up your bag and walk out the door, making your way to class.
- >It's relatively early, but you don't mind having an earlier class than everyone else.
- >It makes the journey less noisy.
- >Though you don't think that you're going to be concentrating much today.
- >Making your way into the hall, you unpack your bag and sit down.
- >And do one last phone check.
- >Nothing.
- >The time in class drags on slowly, as the teacher goes on random tangents every now and then.
- >This class could be a condensed 45 minutes, but always carries on longer because of these stories.
- >As the lecture approaches it's end you pack your bags and walk out, making your way over to where Sunset will be in about half an hour.
- >Hopefully.
- >If she even showed up today.
- >She must have, right? She's never missed a day on purpose.
- >Leaning back against a wall, you play some music to pass the time.
- >You watch the sun move through the sky and see the shadows move.
- >Songs start and end one after another.
- >Still no Sunny.
- >The rock in your stomach grows larger and larger.
- >It feels like your lungs and heart have physically moved down into your lower abdomen.
- >You can't believe that she would actually avoid you.
- >This has never happened before.
- >You always talked it out the day after.
- >Well, tried.
- >Then what she meant, when she said she was done...
- >Are you just going to have to accept that it's ove-
- >"HEYA ANON."
- >A full body tackle from Pinkie snaps you out of it.
- >You rub your cheek.
- "Hey, the fuck was that for?"
- >"You looked down. I decided to change that."
- "How did you make it any better? Now I'm just angry and in pain."
- >"Then I did my job."
- >You sigh.
- "What're you doing here, anyways?"
- >"My lecture juust ended, I'm going over to Sugarcube Corner."
- "Hey wait, you're in Sunny's class right? Was she in today?"
- >She puts her finger on her chin and strokes it as if she had a beard.
- >"Hmmmm... now that you mention it, she wasn't. Weird, usually I use her notes. Good thing I came in today!"
- >You sigh again.
- >"Ooh. Is that what this is about? You waiting out here? Did something happen with Sunset?"
- "Yeah, something definitely happened."
- >"Awh shucks, Anon. Hey, why don't you come with me to Sugarcube Corner? We can talk on the way there."
- >You look to the hall behind you.
- "Yeah, I guess I could. Maybe getting it out will help. Get me up."
- >She extends her arm and pulls you, the two of you walking to Sugarcube Corner together.
- >And as the two of you make your way there, you start talking about you and Sunset.
- >The longer the story gets, Pinkie looks more and more physically upset.
- >Until one point where she actually interrupts you.
- >"Look, Anon. I don't remember a lot of what you were like as a child, since you moved when we were so young. But I don't get when you became /this/ bad with emotions!"
- "W-what?"
- >"Why didn't you just say you love her? That is how you feel, isn't it!?"
- "Yes, of course! I mean- I think it is..."
- >"What do you mean /think/?"
- "I don't- I don't know. I don't understand my own feelings, Pinkie. I don't get what 'love' is, and even if I did, I have no clue how to express it."
- >Pinkie facepalms.
- >"Okay, Anon, real talk. When you're with Sunset, what do you feel?"
- "I feel happy. She makes me feel good about myself, and whatever I do I feel confident that she'll be at my side."
- >"And?"
- "She makes it like... It's like when I'm with her, everything just seems lighter. When I'm with Sunny, the world feels like a better place to be in, at least for that moment."
- >Pinkie smiles and huffs.
- >"Anon, that's it!"
- "That's what?"
- >"That's love, what you're feeling!"
- "That's what love is? Just that?"
- >"What do you mean, JUST that? She makes you happy, doesn't she!?"
- "Yeah, she does."
- >"Then what other reason do you need to say you love her?"
- >Well, she's got you there.
- "I... I don't know."
- >A chime over the Sugarcube Corner door rings as you and Pinkie make your way in.
- >"On another note, what are ya gonna get?"
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