Hello everyone, EC here! It's the 4th anniversary of SWWSDJ, and on this special day, I am excited to announce that we have finally finished the That's a Wrap SWWSDJ fanzine project that started in 2023!
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We have come a long way to get to this day. I hope you enjoy what we have contributed, and thank you for all the support and patience along the way!
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Happy 4th Anniversary to Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack Project!
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A project fanzine on SWWSDJ's with the theme of 'Behind the Scenes'. . PDF to flipbook converted using heyzine.com
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Along with the release of the fanzine, we have this fabulous and fun trailer made by @skrobnaught (who you can find on twitter) with help from @potato-enthusiast.
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Words really can't describe how I feel at this very moment. We really came such a long way in making this fanzine project happen.
I wanted to thank everyone who contributed to this zine. No matter where you are now, we are still thankful for every single moment we have spent together, especially @yukidragon for helping me with editing. Please give tons of love to her!
And a very big thank you to everyone who supported us along the way!!! You guys really are the absolute best!
On a serene Thursday evening, the lively cacophony of the city beyond contrasted sharply with the quietude within Sofia's apartment. The walls, once echoic with joy and laughter, now seemed to soak up her quiet despair. A layer of dust had gathered on her cherished vinyl collection, and the once pervasive scent of spicy cuisine had vanished, leaving a void of emptiness in its wake.
Alone, Sofia found herself ensnared in a loop of tumultuous thoughts. The burden of Ian's betrayal weighed on her heavily, unrelenting and oppressive. His visage, previously emblematic of love and trust, was now marred by the reality of his infidelity. 'Why wasn't I enough?' she pondered, as she battled the advancing shadows of doubt.
In the wake of Ian's departure, the apartment felt overwhelmingly spacious and unbearably cold. Their long-distance relationship, sustained while he pursued an acting career, had disintegrated under the weight of his deeds. This space, once a haven of mutual aspirations and commitments, now resonated with the stark reminder of her solitude.
The piano, silent for too long in the corner, served as a poignant emblem of the aspirations Sofia had deferred for Ian. Her music, which had once been a lively and integral part of her existence, lay muted in the chase of a future that had slipped through her fingers.
A gentle knock pierced the silence of the apartment, rousing Sofia from her introspective state. With a blend of reluctance and curiosity, she moved towards the door. Upon opening it, she found Shaun standing before her, his expression of worry and kindness, offering a stark contrast to the loneliness of her surroundings.
"Hey, Sofia," he greeted her softly, his eyes scanning her face with care, trying to gauge her true state of mind. "I thought I'd check on you. Can I come in?" With a slight nod, Sofia stepped aside, allowing him to enter. The apartment, once alive with vibrancy and shared aspirations, now mirrored the quiet despair of her heartache.
Shaun walked in, taking in the subdued ambiance before settling on the sofa. His sitting down was a tacit invitation for her to join him. “How have you been?” he inquired, his tone gentle, echoing his sincere concern.
Sofia shut the door softly behind her and made her way to the couch, her movements slow, almost contemplative. She took a seat next to him, ensuring a modest gap remained between them, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been managing, I suppose," she started, her gaze evading his. "It's just hard. Hard to accept that everything with Ian... it was all built on lies."
Shaun reached out, placing his hand gently on her shoulder in a gesture of solace. "I know it's tough," he spoke softly, his tone reassuring. "And it’s completely okay to feel lost right now. Just remember, you’re not going through this alone."
Sofia exhaled a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of her emotions. "It's like everything in here reminds me of him, every corner of this apartment," she said, her voice carrying a blend of sorrow and fatigue.
Shaun responded with a nod of empathy, his touch on her shoulder a quiet pillar of support. "Healing takes time," he said thoughtfully. "But I know you, Sofia. You’re strong, even stronger than you might believe. You’ll find a way to make these spaces yours again, to replace the old memories with new ones.”
In the ensuing quiet, a comforting bond was formed, anchored in silent empathy and mutual support. Sofia found solace in Shaun's company, his friendship a beacon of stability in the tumultuous aftermath of her recent experiences, a gentle reminder that she was not navigating her grief alone.
"Thank you for being here, Shaun," Sofia said after a moment, her voice infused with newfound resolve. "It means the world to have someone to talk to." Shaun offered a warm, comforting smile in response. "Always," he assured her. "We're in this together. When you're ready, we'll fill this place with new memories. Until then, it's completely okay to experience your emotions, to mourn, and to heal on your terms."
As they lingered in the serene ambiance of the apartment, Sofia was enveloped by a surge of emotions. Shaun's words, laden with understanding and kindness, touched her profoundly, gently unlocking a part of her heart she had long attempted to keep closed.
As Sofia's eyes brimmed with tears, the barriers she had meticulously built to shield her heart from her deep-seated pain and sense of betrayal began to crumble. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, their initial trickle soon becoming a deluge, signifying the collapse of her emotional defenses.
Shaun, attuned to the subtle shifts in her demeanor—the quiver of her lip, the silent tears streaking her face—opened his arms in a silent gesture of comfort and sanctuary. Sofia, her sobs convulsing through her, sought refuge in his embrace, finding solace as he wrapped his arms around her, offering warmth and protection.
In the security of Shaun's embrace, Sofia found a gentle strength, a sharing of her grief's burden. His hand tenderly cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair in a calming cadence that echoed his steady heartbeat. The other arm encircled her, anchoring her amidst her emotional tempest.
Encased in Shaun's arms, Sofia experienced a momentary haven, a pause in the storm of her inner turmoil. Her unrestrained tears soaked into Shaun’s shirt, each drop a release of her accumulated hurt and a testament to the depth of their connection and the strength of their bond.
Throughout this poignant moment, Shaun offered no words, recognizing that silence held its profound form of communication. His presence alone was a testament to unwavering support, a silent promise that he was there for her. As Sofia wept, a transformative shift began to take root within her—a crucial step towards healing, a hint of light amidst the shadows of her sorrow.
Shaun's embrace transcended mere physical consolation, embodying the resilience and depth of their friendship. It reassured Sofia that even in her most exposed moments, solitude was far from her reality. This embrace, both tender and secure, served as a powerful reminder that she could navigate the storm of her current despair, one step at a time.
With time, the intensity of Sofia's tears waned, her cries softening to gentle, intermittent sniffles. Shaun's embrace remained steadfast, a symbol of his enduring support, patiently waiting until Sofia was ready to break the silence. Their breathing began to align, creating a serene accord amidst the chaos of raw emotions.
Eventually, Sofia leaned back to look at Shaun, her eyes, though tear-stained and tired, sparkled with appreciation. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice raspy from the tears. "I didn't know how much I needed this." Shaun responded with a soft, empathetic smile. "Sometimes, we just need to let it all out," he said gently. "It's okay to not be okay."
A small smile began to form on Sofia's lips as she dabbed at her eyes, removing the last traces of her tears. She felt a measure of release, as though the act of crying had eased some of the burden she carried. "You've always been there for me, Shaun," she acknowledged, her voice steadier now. "Even when I lost myself in everything else, in... in Ian."
Shaun's expression softened. "That's what friends are for," he replied with heartfelt simplicity. "I'm just glad I can be here for you now, like you've been for me in the past."
The atmosphere settled into a comforting quiet, woven with new threads of understanding and kinship. Sofia found herself easing back into the sofa, a sense of stability returning as Shaun's unwavering support seemed to tether her to reality. "You always know how to make things better," Sofia said, a hint of her usual warmth returning to her voice. "I guess I've got a long road ahead, huh?"
Shaun agreed with a nod. "Maybe, but you don't have to walk it alone. We'll take it one step at a time. And who knows? Along the way, you might rediscover parts of yourself you thought were lost."
Sofia considered this, the idea bringing a small sense of hope. The journey of healing and rediscovery wouldn't be easy, but with Shaun by her side, it seemed a little less daunting. She had a friend who understood her, who stood by her through the darkest times, and who believed in her strength even when she doubted it herself.
In the wake of their deep, emotional exchange and Sofia's cathartic tears, Shaun felt it was time to gently shift the atmosphere. He delved into his bag, retrieving a small package wrapped with care, and presented it to Sofia.
"I thought you could use a little surprise," Shaun remarked, his voice carrying a lighter tone in hopes of brightening the mood.
Sofia eyed the gift with curiosity and anticipation. Unwrapping it, she discovered a novel nestled within the paper—a recent installment from her beloved thriller series, one she hadn't yet had the chance to explore.
"I remembered you mentioning this one," Shaun explained, a soft smile on his face. "Thought it might be a good distraction, something to get lost in for a while." The gesture sparked a sincere smile on Sofia's face, a sign of genuine joy that had been absent for too long. "Shaun, this is perfect. Thank you," she said, her spirits visibly lifted by the thoughtful gesture.
Following the unwrapping of the thriller novel, Shaun's expression lit up with another idea. He delved into his bag once more, emerging with a DVD. “And I've got this,” he announced, brandishing it. “Thought it might be fun to watch together. It's one of those classic comedies we couldn't get enough of back in our college days.”
The sight of the movie brought a spark of excitement to Sofia's eyes. “Wow, it’s been ages since I last saw this,” she said, her smile reflecting genuine pleasure. “That sounds like a great idea.”
While Shaun handled the DVD player setup, Sofia busied herself in the kitchen, whipping up some snacks reminiscent of their college movie marathons. They cozied up on the couch as the opening credits rolled, the room soon echoing with the comedic film's lively sounds, dispelling the earlier gloom.
Engrossed in the movie, Shaun and Sofia laughed together at the well-remembered jokes and antics on screen, the shared humor weaving restorative magic. The film acted as a portal to a timeless burdened by life's complexities, reviving the essence of the light-hearted moments that had defined their friendship.
Every so often, Shaun stole glances at Sofia, heartened to see her laughter and the temporary lifting of her sorrows. He understood that while the film couldn't wipe away her grief, any relief it provided, however brief, was invaluable.
As the movie unfolded, with its comedic scenes offering a brief escape, the accumulated emotional weight Sofia had been carrying started to become apparent. Initially buoyant with laughter, she gradually became subdued as the film progressed towards its conclusion. The combined effects of Shaun's comforting presence, the cozy ambiance, and her emotional fatigue cultivated a tranquil environment.
Her eyelids began to droop, the strain that had kept her alert slowly dissolving, inviting the rest she had sorely missed. Unconsciously, Sofia started to lean towards Shaun, her head eventually finding solace on his shoulder.
Shaun, perceiving her shift towards sleep, looked down to find her eyes closing, her breathing deepening into the calm cadence of slumber. With a gentle care to avoid disturbing her, he shifted to provide a more comfortable support, turning his shoulder into a pillow. He then tenderly covered her with a throw blanket, ensuring she remained warm and snug.
As Sofia rested beside him, Shaun was enveloped in a sense of protective care. He remained vigilant, a guardian ensuring her peace amidst the chaos that had shadowed her. The ongoing movie became mere background noise, his focus entirely on the tranquil figure of his friend, now escaping her strife in sleep.
Even as the movie concluded and the credits scrolled by, Shaun stayed motionless, cautious not to disturb Sofia's needed rest. In the dim light of the TV, he reflected on their shared path ahead. The night's quiet deepened, and as Sofia lay peacefully, Shaun's contemplation turned introspective, his gaze softening with fondness and worry.
Friendship had always been the bedrock of his feelings for Sofia, yet over time, those feelings had evolved, deepening into a more profound affection he had yet to fully embrace. Observing her in such a trusting, vulnerable state ignited a warmth within him, an unspoken acknowledgment of his love for her that transcended mere friendship.
Amidst this clarity, Shaun recognized the necessity of patience. With Sofia navigating her way through a period of significant emotional recovery, his priority remained her well-being, placing his burgeoning feelings on a gentle pause. He resolved to support her, valuing their friendship above all, allowing his deeper emotions to quietly simmer, awaiting a more opportune moment to surface, if such a time should ever arrive.
Engulfed by these reflections, fatigue began to claim Shaun as well. The day’s emotional toll, compounded by the late hour, beckoned sleep with a heavy hand. Despite his intentions to remain vigilant for Sofia's sake, the enveloping warmth of the couch and the soothing cadence of her breath nudged him towards slumber.
As sleep’s gentle tug blurred the lines of awareness, Shaun found himself instinctively drawn closer to Sofia, seeking the solace of her nearness. His head, in a tender, almost dreamlike motion, found a resting place beside hers, their proximity a silent testament to their deep, albeit unacknowledged, emotional connection.
As they drifted into sleep, a serene harmony enveloped them, their physical closeness mirroring the deep emotional connection they shared. The outside world receded, leaving them in a tranquil haven of companionship and shared trust.
