There was a fervent knocking on the door.

Silence.

There was an even louder knock on the door.

More silence.

There was a scraping sound. A slamming sound. More slamming. Then—

SMASH!

—the front entrance to Wallflower Blush's apartment blew open with a scattering of metal hinges.

Sunset Shimmer lowered her heavy foot and lumbered inside. Breathless. Wide eyes scraped left and right across the dimly-lit interior.

“Wally...?!”

She panted. She dashed inside.

“Wally...!!”

Frantically, Sunset Shimmer looked left and right... up and down... high and low. Her fevered breaths reached a breaking point.

“I c-came as soon as I heard about your group text to the girls!!” Sunset's voice cracked. “Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid! Please—for the love of Goddess—tell me you're still—”

Sunset froze in her tracks.

There was a sliver of cold light peeking in from the bathroom.

“!!!”

On thudding shoes, Sunset charged straight towards the door.

WHAM!!!

She burst through, exposing the pale moist interior. Instantly, she gasped, covering her shocked mouth with shivering hands.

Wallflower Blush lay in the tub. Naked. Dormant.

Dead.

“Oh sweet Celestia...” Sunset gasped.

A bottle of pills was spilled across the bathroom tile beneath the tub.

“Oh sweet Celestia...!” Sunset whimpered.

Rivulets of crimson red juices spilled out across Wallflower's arms, thighs, bosom, and neck. A red-stained kitchen knife lingered on the bathtub's edge.

“Oh sweet Celestia...!!!” Sunset sobbed.

A fried toaster bobbed up and down in the bathwater. Bullet cases lingered in the soap cradle. A tattered noose hung from the shower faucet above. A rubber hose dangled in through the bathroom window, leading straight towards the running engine of Wallflower Blush's parked SUV outside. A deceased stonefish lay in the shower stall's corner, its spines exposed.

“Oh sweet Celestiaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Sunset fell to her knees, bawling her eyes out. She buried her tear-stained face into Wallflower's necrotically pale shoulder. Grasping at the beautiful corpse's bushy green hair, Sunset hiccuped and wept: “If only I had arrived here sooner...!” She sniffed. “If only I had paid attention to all the warning signs!” She sniffffffed. “If only I hadn't dismissed all of your random cries for attention!!! Oh goddesssssss!” She punched the wall and howled to the heavens. “I'm the absolute worst-inexplicably-lesbian-girlfriend-of-a-sociopathic-woman-who-mercilessly-mind-raped-me-and-my-friends-without-provocation everrrrrrrrrrr!!!”

Sunset cried. And then she cried some more. Then—after much of the melancholic energy was spent—she broke out of the melodramatic moment to notice a blood-stained envelope lingering halfway between Wallflower, the kitchen knife, and the floating toaster.

“What... wh-what's this...?” Sunset sat up straight, rubbing her eyes dry. “A suicide note...” She grasped the parcel and opened it slowly with shaky fingers. “Her last words.” Whimpering, she stifled another sob as she unraveled the letter and exposed its contents to the bathroom's flickering lights. “Maybe it will have all the answers.”

Sunset read the sincere words of the dearly-departed Wally:

Dearest Sunset Shimmer,

You were my whole world. My everything. I loved you with all my heart. After all, you showed me that there was more to life than petty sorrow, jealousy, and hatred. Thanks to you, I got to feel again—even if that bliss lasted only a short time.

I know that you wanted nothing to do with me in the end. That's okay. If I were you, I'd want nothing to do with me either. That's just the luck I was dealt with in life.

But... for a few wonderful and merry months, you made me feel like I was anything but invisible. I wanted to thank you for that. And don't be sad that I'm gone. There's nothing you could have done about it. I only regret that I couldn't tell you something very important. Something that involves us. You and me. Something that's taken a long... long time for me to put into words.”

Sunset Shimmer's lips pursed. The last paragraph ended at the bottom of the page.

Trembling with anticipation...

...Sunset flipped the note to the other side.

She read on:

Yes... I've been saving this message for a long time.

One might even say a long road.

“... … ...”

Sunset Shimmer slumped against the base of the sink behind her.

Her fingers gripped hard to the edge of the letter.

Starting to tear at its papery surface.

Oh yes...

It's been a long road.

Gettin' from there to here.

It's been a long time, but my time is finally here...

Sunset Shimmer didn't bother reading further.

And it's not like she needed to.

A series of high-pitched giggles raised her glaring eyes up from the letter.

Wallflower Blush rose slightly from the stained tub water. Her eyes were thin and lively above a grinning mouth. In a set of pruney fingers, she raised an empty ketchup bottle. Her other hand waved, its crimson stains dribbling off to reveal unharmed and unburnt flesh.

“Heeheeheeheee...”

Sunset Shimmer was still as a statue.

Wallflower was anything but. She dropped the ketchup bottle into the wash with a splash and hugged herself, kicking her feet with even more sprays of cold water.

“Haa haa haa haa!”

Jaw clenching, Sunset dropped the note, stood up, and thundered out of the room.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh I got you good!” Wallflower chortled and cooed. “Heeeeeee-hee-hee-hee-hee! You should have seen the look on your face! 'Sweet Celestiaaaaaaa!' Hahahaha! You sounded like a Furby underwater! HA HA HA HA HA!”

Sunset Shimmer calmly walked back in, dragging behind her an orange canister. Without saying a word, she uncorked the cap to the thing and swung it upside down, pouring its contents all over Wallflower Blush.

“Augh! Hahaha—!” Wallflower Blush flinched, but still giggled. “Eeek! That stuff is cold!” She made a face as she sniffed the fresh pool being added to the tub. “Huh. Smells just like gasoline! Where'd you get the stuff, Sun Butt?”

There was a series of sharp scratching sounds.

“...Sun Butt?”

At last, a wave of heat bloomed inside the room.

Wallflower Blush looked up. Her blinking brown eyes reflected a tiny flickering amber light.

“... … ...Sun Butt?”

Sunset's fingers parted. That flickering amber light dropped—

Author's Note