After two years of dating, Will and Molly know what they’re about: awesome sex, open communication, and hey, what was that about super-hot sex? They spend most of the year apart, and their reunions are legendary. Not this time.
Bad things happen, but you never think that the bad thing is going to happen to you. By the time Molly gets home, a few months after being assaulted, she’s not really interested in processing it further. She’s done processing. But Will? Yeah, Will’s gonna need a minute. A week. Possibly a year. Molly gives him two days before calling for reinforcements: Will’s therapist boyfriends.
All the processing in the world can’t save what was already on its way out. As much as Molly hates to admit it, breaking up with Will has nothing to do with being raped by some asshole whose name she never even knew. That was a horrible, terrible night. But sleeping beside someone she loves but doesn’t want to be with anymore? Hurts like it’ll never stop.
Will spins out, breaks down, and takes his rage, his fear, his grief out on the boyfriends. They reel him back in, like always, with the usual menu of submission and laughter, but it’s not the same as being with Molly. He’s not sure anything will ever be as good as it was with Molly.
When does a relationship really end? When you start questioning it? When you finally say it’s over? And what does it mean if you can’t stop thinking about the person months later?
Warnings: Breaking Down contains non-graphic mentions of sexual assault and an unholy amount of angst. There’s a fair amount of kink and very little sex. Does not contain flashbacks, nightmares, or PTSD. Also, there’s a dance club.
After two years of dating, Will and Molly know what they’re about: awesome sex, open communication, and hey, what was that about super-hot sex? They spend most of the year apart, and their reunions are legendary. Not this time.
Bad things happen, but you never think that the bad thing is going to happen to you. By the time Molly gets home, a few months after being assaulted, she’s not really interested in processing it further. She’s done processing. But Will? Yeah, Will’s gonna need a minute. A week. Possibly a year. Molly gives him two days before calling for reinforcements: Will’s therapist boyfriends.
All the processing in the world can’t save what was already on its way out. As much as Molly hates to admit it, breaking up with Will has nothing to do with being raped by some asshole whose name she never even knew. That was a horrible, terrible night. But sleeping beside someone she loves but doesn’t want to be with anymore? Hurts like it’ll never stop.
Will spins out, breaks down, and takes his rage, his fear, his grief out on the boyfriends. They reel him back in, like always, with the usual menu of submission and laughter, but it’s not the same as being with Molly. He’s not sure anything will ever be as good as it was with Molly.
When does a relationship really end? When you start questioning it? When you finally say it’s over? And what does it mean if you can’t stop thinking about the person months later?
Warnings: Breaking Down contains non-graphic mentions of sexual assault and an unholy amount of angst. There’s a fair amount of kink and very little sex. Does not contain flashbacks, nightmares, or PTSD. Also, there’s a dance club.