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It had been a week since Wallflower Blush used the Memory Stone for the final time, erasing herself from everyone’s memories in a desperate attempt to get back at Sunset Shimmer. Sunset’s parents, Sunfire Daydreamer and Yin Yang, had decided they needed to confront Wallflower’s parents. They weren’t sure Wallflower understood the full weight of what she had done.
Now, they sat in the Blush family’s cozy living room, surrounded by the soft scent of blossoms from the garden outside. The room was filled with potted plants, their bright colors contrasting the dull mood that had settled between the two sets of parents. Mrs. Blush had served them herbal tea and some snacks, but none of them had touched their drinks yet.
Sunfire’s fingers gripped the armrest so tightly her knuckles turned white. She’d been trying to hold back the fury bubbling inside her, but it wasn’t easy. Every word she spoke seemed to come out colder than the last. “Thank you for meeting with us,” she began, her voice tight. “I don’t think you truly understand what your daughter did. Sunset... she thought she had lost everything. Her friends, her family, even her sense of self. Do you realize how deeply that hurt her?”
Mrs. Blush, with her moss-green hair tucked beneath a straw hat, fiddled with the hem of her sundress, her eyes downcast. “We... We had no idea Wallflower was feeling this invisible... this desperate.” She paused, wringing her hands. “We failed her, and we failed you.”
Sunfire’s jaw clenched as she struggled to keep her composure. “Your daughter’s actions didn’t just hurt our daughter. They traumatized her. She’s been in therapy twice a week since the incident. That’s not something you just apologize for.”
Yin Yang, sitting beside Sunfire, leaned forward. His voice was low, but there was a sharp edge to it. “What Wallflower did wasn’t just a misunderstanding. She used the Memory Stone to erase herself from everyone’s memories. And then, she went after Sunset—erased the memories of the one person who had nothing to do with her pain. Do you understand how that shattered Sunset? She believed everyone had abandoned her.”
Mr. Blush, a man of few words with Wallflower’s dull brown eyes and freckles, sat stiffly in his chair. He didn’t say anything at first, but the weight of his silence spoke volumes. Finally, he spoke, his voice cracking. “We didn’t know... We didn’t see it coming. Wallflower made a terrible mistake. We are so sorry for what Sunset went through.”
But the apology didn’t seem to reach Sunfire. Her face was hard, her eyes cold. “Sorry isn’t enough. This... this isn’t something you can just sweep away. Wallflower needs to face consequences. There has to be more than just words. She needs to understand the full impact of what she did.”
Mrs. Blush wiped her eyes, her voice breaking. “We’re trying, we are. We just—”
“We need to do better,” Mr. Blush interjected, voice tense. “Wallflower has to learn that there are consequences to actions like this. We’re looking into counseling. And we think... maybe some community service might help her learn the importance of empathy and how to rebuild what she’s torn down.”
Yin Yang’s expression softened slightly, but there was still a sharpness in his eyes. “This isn’t about making Wallflower suffer the way our daughter has. This is about making sure she learns. She needs to understand that her actions have consequences.”
Mrs. Blush nodded, sniffling. “We understand. We’ll make sure Wallflower faces up to what she’s done. She’s always felt so... invisible. We never saw how deeply it went.”
Sunfire shook her head, her voice suddenly quiet, but filled with an unspoken pain. “She erased our memories. She made us believe we didn’t care about Sunset. You have no idea how that feels—how deep the scars go when your own child thinks they’ve lost everything. I don’t know how I’m supposed to forgive that. But Sunset... she’s trying. She’s forgiving Wallflower, even though she shouldn’t have to.”
Mr. Blush glanced at his wife, then at Sunfire. He seemed to shrink under the weight of her words, but he didn’t back down. “We’ll make sure Wallflower gets the help she needs. We will. I... I don’t know what else to say. I’m just so sorry.”
Sunfire’s eyes hardened. “Sorry doesn’t change what happened. What matters is what happens next. Wallflower has to show that she’s sorry. She has to prove it through her actions. If she doesn’t, we won’t be able to move forward.”
Mrs. Blush was quiet, but her face was flushed, tears welling in her eyes. “We’ll help her. We’ll do whatever it takes.”
Yin Yang stood up and crossed his arms. “This needs to be about more than just a band-aid fix. Wallflower needs to learn empathy, to understand that you can’t just erase someone’s memories and think there are no consequences.”
Sunfire sighed, finally allowing herself a small, tired smile. “We want everyone to heal from this. For Wallflower to change, she’ll need to face her actions and take responsibility. And as parents, we’ll need to help her find the way forward.”
Mrs. Blush wiped her eyes and nodded. “We’ll make sure Wallflower learns from this. We don’t want to see anyone else hurt like this again.”
The parents sat in silence for a moment, the weight of what was left unsaid heavy in the air. They agreed that Principal Celestia would be informed, and Wallflower would face consequences at home. There would be no lawsuit, no legal recourse—this was a matter of personal growth.
Before they parted, they agreed to meet again next week to discuss further steps. But for now, they needed to be with their children, to start the long, difficult road to healing.