I have to say, 'The Hard Truth' is actually a breather after the heart-puncher that is 'The Day I Turned Scarlett'. It's a calm, composed story of a writer named Catherine who gets her personal story published in the paper and refuses to share it with her relatives and friends due to embarrassment, but eventually after remembering what her editor and a woman who was going through the same experiences as her told her, she realised she has the courage to tell even the most embarrassing stories to her colleagues.
Now, compare a calm, composed story like The Hard Truth to a heart-punching story like The Day I Turned Scarlett. Imagine Scarlett is the fist that punches the wolf in Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie's game - once it punches you, you can't seem to get all this and other traumatising images out of your head. The wolf's wails of pain are you trying to get it out of your head whilst going by other things as normal, unaware something dark lurks inside you. Eventually, talking to a trusted friend or family member will let the darkness out of you, for you are the jail that holds every single memory you process. Once you let them out, they are free to roam and plague someone else. Then they tell their colleagues, and soon the darkness is released to plague another human jail.
This is a cycle of life that never ends. And it's all because of a story that punches your heart. Don't. Read. Them.
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