Exes Meet

by Soufriere

Rating: teen
Tags: Rarity (EqG), Drama, Equestria Girls, Suicide / Self Harm, Sunset Shimmer, Slice of Life, Flash Sentry, Sad
Length: 2825

Sunset is recovering from a mental breakdown when her former boyfriend shows up, angry. Chances are this won't go well.

After hitting her emotional limit and being pulled back from the brink by Rarity, Sunset Shimmer is slowly recovering from her breakdown. She's not back to her new-old self just yet, but she is making progress. Unfortunately, Flash Sentry heard half the story and is on the warpath to give his ex-girlfriend a piece of his mind. Rarity tries to keep him away, but fails. How much damage can one man scorned do? Does he even care?

This story is part of Sunset's Recovery Arc.

Rated "T" for depiction of self-harm, and a couple of naughty words.

Published 2016-11-29 20:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-29 20:40:02 UTC

Little Love Lost

LAST YEAR…

“Sunset? Uh, could you come in here for a second?” asked Flash Sentry tentatively from her bedroom.

Sunset Shimmer entered the room, smiling. “Sure. What’s going on, hun?”

Flash gathered his wits and drew in a deep breath. “I just found your ID.”

“Oh, good,” Sunset said, relieved. “I wondered where that was. You know I try to keep my room clean for you but, well, sometimes things get misplaced.”

“I meant your other ID. Both of them, actually,” Flash replied.

Sunset looked shocked for a moment, then narrowed her eyes. “Ah.”

“When were you going to tell me? Never? Probably never,” Flash said, rage slowly building in his voice.

He turned to face his girlfriend. Much to his shock, she wore a flippant grin.

“Well. I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” she said, her voice dropping its sweet tone, indifference in its place.

“You’re sick!” Flash spat. “I can’t… just can’t believe you would do this! Have these last twelve months been nothing but a big joke to you? I told you I love you! When you said it back, were you just lying?”

“Of course,” said Sunset bluntly. “That’s not to say it wasn’t amusing from time to time. But good lord. You’re just like a little puppy, always needing attention. When you get right down to it, I can’t say I ever felt much for you at all. You were just a means to an end. And you’ve now outlived your usefulness.”

“Wait a minute,” Flash said. “Are you seriously dumping me? Just like that?”

“Clearly you were planning to do so to me. May as well make the move first,” Sunset said, her voice cold with logic. “And don’t bother trying to rat me out to the school; those two idiots already know. We have an… agreement.”

“Yeah. I found the pay stub too. You’re a perverted, twisted, lying harpy!”

“Flash,” Sunset said calmly. “It’s best for you that you leave, now. It doesn’t matter if you do come from a family of cops – which was very useful for me, I must admit – you know I can destroy you with a single word to the right person. We’re through, but if you keep your mouth shut, I’ll leave you alone and you can go back to your innocent little high school life. Sound fair… hun?” her lips stretched into a wicked sneer.

Flash grumbled as he grabbed his denim jacket and stomped out of the apartment.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Rarity said as she subconsciously twisted her long purple hair between the fingers of her free hand.

“Don’t care. I’m going,” replied Flash Sentry, his normally dopey expression twisted into a look of angry determination.

“Please stop,” Rarity said, pulling on the sleeve of Flash’s jacket in a vain attempt to stop him, but being dragged along for the ride instead. “What on earth would going to see her accomplish for either of you?”

“She hasn’t been to school in three weeks – not that it really matters for her – and now I hear she’s not leaving that apartment and you’re keeping people away.” Flash spat. “She’s g—”

“I’m not!” Rarity interrupted, shocked. “Well, I am. But only because it’s the right thing to do. Sunset needs time and space to recover. Thrusting her back into the world suddenly might break her again.”

That caused Flash to stop. He scoffed. “Bull. I can’t believe it. She’s a lot stronger than that and you know it.”

“No. She’s not,” Rarity said, her voice devoid of its usual lightness. “Not yet anyway. You clearly don’t know her as well as you think you do.”

“I know she gets off on lying to everyone,” countered Flash. “It’s what she does. It’s what she’s always done. She’s a great actor: so full of it. How else could she get you to stand up for her? I think you’re the only one in the world she’s hurt more than me!”

Rarity looked down at her feet. “We… came to an understanding.”

“You really think that?” Flash asked, rolling his eyes.

“I do,” said Rarity. “But let me ask you something, Flash. Do you honestly believe people can never change? That the sins of the past can never be forgiven?”

Flash furrowed his brow for a moment as he pondered. “A tiger never changes its spots,” he said finally, causing Rarity to screw up her face as she attempted to mentally correct his response.

They reached the five-storey apartment building, a nondescript mass of evenly spaced windows above a row of small businesses occupying the ground floor to either side of the main entrance, its brick façade clearly showing the wear and tear from nearly a century of existence.

The main elevator was out of order. Unfortunate, as Sunset lived on the top floor. Rarity and Flash were forced to use the stairs. While Flash, a fairly athletic fellow despite not participating in any sports, took the challenge without reaction or complaint, Rarity was absolutely not dressed for the climb and made sure everyone within earshot (only Flash) knew it. Flash reluctantly agreed to carry her high-heeled boots.

“I… think I see… how Sunset stays… in shape,” Rarity said through laboured breaths once they reached the top.

“She looks good for her age,” Flash said without emotion. “Now, she li—”

“What do you mean by that?” Rarity asked, levelling a pointed glare at Flash as she swiped her shoes out of his hand.

Flash lolled his head, watching the question fly harmlessly over his shoulder. “Maybe I’ll tell you after this is over. Or not. …No, she should explain it. She still lives at the end of the hall, yeah? You want to let her know I’m coming or should I just go myself?”

“I’ll do it,” Rarity said with all the acquiescence of a hostage. Slowly she trudged down the hall, her footfalls making no sound on its aged red carpet, stopping at the last door on the left. Steeling her guts with a gulp, she knocked on the door.

For Rarity, it felt like a year passed, though really it was no more than a minute before the latches turned and the door creaked open, revealing Sunset Shimmer, still in her pyjamas despite it being the middle of the afternoon. Her eyes had bags, but were not bloodshot, which Rarity considered an improvement.

“Rarity. Hi,” Sunset greeted her with a thin smile, tone pleasant but tired. “I’m glad to see you, but I didn’t think you were coming over until tomorrow.”

“Yes, well…” Rarity said as she twiddled her thumbs, her eyes trying to look anywhere other than her friend. “I kind of… had to escort someone here.”

Sunset blinked, confused. “Who?” she asked. Rarity refused to answer, instead closing her eyes and bowing her head. Sunset thought about looking past Rarity, but need not have bothered as Flash walked into view.

“Flash,” she croaked as her eyes widened in shock at the sight of her former boyfriend. Reflexively, she took a few steps back into the apartment, towards the living area with its single dark blue thrift store sofa and stolen cable spool coffee table facing a cheap television with aerial. As she did, Rarity opened her eyes again, nearly on the verge of tears.

“Sunset, I am so sorry!” Rarity said as she clasped her hands, pleading. “I tried to tell him no but he insisted on coming anyway, so I thought I could at least soften the blo—”

Rarity’s explanation was cut short as Flash nudged past her and entered the apartment. Sunset took several more steps back but bumped into the cable spool. Briefly, her eyes flitted around her home in a vain attempt to locate an escape. Finding none, she closed them and took several deep breaths through her nose. When she opened her eyes again, Sunset presented only neutrality as she found herself face to face with her ex.

“It’s been a while,” Sunset said to Flash, her tone even, expression determinedly blank.

Flash Sentry glared at Sunset. “What are you playing at, Sunset?”

“Playing?” she asked, genuinely perplexed.

Rarity by this point had regained her composure and run in to insert herself between Sunset and Flash.

“Out of my way, Rarity,” Flash said, but made no attempt to physically move her, though Sunset clandestinely placed a hand on her side to gently push her two steps to her left.

“Flash, what’s going on?” Sunset asked, her tone displaying shades of irritation and fear, belying her intentionally-dull countenance.

Flash Sentry’s deep blue eyes bored into Sunset. “You tell me,” he said. “First you don’t show up to school for three weeks. That’s fine by me; I wouldn’t mind if you never came back. But then I hear you told Rarity some cock-and-bull sob story so she’d run around and be your little helper? You’re seriously pulling this crap again? I guess you’ll never change.”

“That’s… that’s not…” Sunset stammered before Rarity interrupted her.

“That’s not what’s going on!” Rarity said. “Sunset hasn’t been well, so I’ve been checking in on her! It’s called being a friend.”

“Stop protecting her!” Flash snipped at Rarity. “She’s just playing mind games on you, just like she did to me.”

Rarity glanced over at Sunset, who was clearly trying her best to keep her expression as neutral as possible but looked as if she could shatter at any moment.

“Really,” Rarity said, her voice tinged with an undercurrent of rage. “Is this a mind game?”

She grabbed Sunset’s left arm and held it up in Flash’s face, gravity causing the sleeve to slip, revealing the multiple scarred-over lacerations running down from Sunset’s wrist. Flash stared at it, unsure how to process this information.

Sunset’s carefully maintained poker face broke. When Rarity turned her head back, she saw Sunset staring at her like a puppy unable to understand why it was being punished, her eyes welling up with tears, breathing becoming erratic. Rarity immediately pulled Sunset into a hug and carefully sat themselves down on the couch, not breaking the embrace.

“I’m sorry, dear,” Rarity whispered to Sunset. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Eventually, Flash Sentry’s brain completed its initial processing of what it had just seen. “Oh shit. This really isn’t an act, is it?” he said to himself, barely audible.

Flash Sentry sat on the couch in the spot closest to the door. Rarity sat between the former couple. Sunset leaned against Rarity, barely awake for the moment. Rarity continued to keep her right arm around Sunset’s back, all the while staring daggers at Flash, who looked at Rarity’s feet, clearly uncomfortable.

“I… guess I should apologize,” said Flash.

“That would be a start,” replied Rarity curtly.

Sunset slowly lifted her head to look at the two. When she spoke, her voice was soft and flat. “You can’t really blame him.”

Rarity turned to stare at Sunset like she had spontaneously grown a third eye. “Of course I can! Flash had no right to talk to you like that!”

Sunset shook her head. “Rarity. Flash and I have a past…”

“Yes, yes, I know. You two dated last year,” Rarity interrupted. “I know the breakup was bad, but was it really that bad?” she asked herself aloud.

Flash piped in. “It kinda was. Have you ever had a year of your life turn out to be fake? Have you ever fallen in love with someone only to find out they were lying to you the whole time about everything, even themselves? It makes you feel used.”

“Sunset?” Rarity asked quietly as she turned to her friend. Sunset, for her part, simply shut her eyes and nodded.

“It does,” Sunset said, not facing either of them. “Flash, I don’t deserve your forgiveness, so I won’t ask for it. There’s no point in apologizing, either; it can’t undo the past – this world doesn’t have time-travel spells.”

“There she goes again,” Flash muttered before Rarity shushed him.

“It took a celestial punch to the face for me to realize how much I screwed up, and I’ll have to live with the guilt for the rest of my life. All I can do is move forward, try to atone, by acting like the pon– uh, person, that She knew I could be,” concluded Sunset.

Flash nodded. “Hmph. Gotta say, I’ve never heard you talk like this before.”

“Hitting rock bottom really gives you a new perspective on life. You should try it,” Sunset said, sardonic tone practically dripping out of her mouth. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to my room for a while.”

She stood up, allowing Rarity’s arm to fall limply onto the sofa cushion, and trudged the few feet to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Much to everyone’s surprise, she also locked it.

Flash sighed, pursing his lips as he stared at the door. Before he could speak, however, his thoughts were knocked out of him by a loud noise followed by a sudden stinging sensation on his cheek, powerful enough to black him out for a hundredth of a second. Once he regained his wits, he noticed Rarity still sitting next to him, her expression livid, holding her right hand aloft.

“Ow,” he said, rubbing his throbbing face.

Rarity shook out her hand, studying it closely. “I think I broke a nail. Oh well, it was worth it this time.”

“I guess I deserved that,” Flash said. “Maybe I was too hard on her.”

“Perhaps,” confirmed Rarity in what she made clear was a massive understatement.

“Sunset… That girl just has this… effect on me, you know? She’s always brought out the worst in me. One of… lots of reasons… we broke up.”

“Flash, I…” Rarity started but hesitated. “No. If Sunset wants to tell me, she can, on her own time. Best I not give her reason to dwell on the past any more than she already d—”

Their conversation was interrupted by the tuning of an acoustic guitar in the bedroom. Rarity cocked her head in confusion as Sunset began to play in earnest: a slower tune, beautiful yet melancholy, weaving between masterful picking and a progression of discordant minor chords eventually resolving in glorious harmonic majors. Before Rarity could comment, Sunset began to sing – or rather, vocalize without making any specific words. A talented chanteuse herself, Rarity nodded in approval at her friend’s voice.

When she turned back to Flash, she saw he had half a smile.

“So she does still play,” he said. “Good to know.”

“Oh?” Rarity asked, curious.

“We used to practice together,” he explained simply. “That song’s one of her go-to’s. Don’t know what it’s called.”

Rarity recalled the most recent Fall Formal, where Flash and his friends had formed a band and played a set. Mostly covers. He was lead guitar. She decided to ask him about a hunch she had. “Did you teach Sunset to play?”

Flash chuckled. “Well, that’s what people usually think, but no. She taught me most of the time. So many afternoons we’d sit on this couch and just… jam.”

“You know, Flash,” Rarity said as she briefly placed her hands on top of his. “I don’t think every moment you two spent together was false.”

Flash nodded in agreement. “You might be right,” he said. “Guess she’s not the only one stuck on the past. It’s been months since Sunset and I broke up. I’ve found a new girl. I guess that counts as moving on a little.”

“Twilight, right?” Rarity asked for confirmation.

“Yeah,” said Flash. “At least I hope so. Twi’s everything I liked about Sunset without the…” he shuddered as an unpleasant thought shot through his mind. “It’s gonna take me a long time to forgive everything Sunset’s done, but… Maybe now might be a good time to start on it.”

“I think so,” Rarity said as Flash stood up. “Don’t forget, you always have friends you can turn to if need be. Okay?”

“Uh-huh,” said Flash, apparently only half-listening. He began to turn towards the door but paused and turned back to Rarity. “Y’know, I’m man enough to admit when I’ve been a jackass. So… yeah. Sorry. Tell her that too. Oh, and I’m glad Sunset finally got a friend like you. It’s what she really needed. Take care of her.”

Without waiting for Rarity’s response, Flash exited the apartment, tunelessly humming the song Sunset continued to play. Rarity spread herself out across the couch, allowing herself to be lulled into a nap by the quiet chords from Sunset’s guitar.

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