(My poetic description) She wasn't sure when it started. She wasn't sure it'd ever stop. Ahsoka tried not to at first, she knew it was bad, but with nowhere left to turn, she finally gave in and accepted it: She was depressed, and she was cutting. She couldn't stop cutting, tearing away at her skin, and she managed it for far too long, almost too long.
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This is just me wanting more fics about Ahsoka being depressed. idk why, question my mental health if you will. It'll probably end up being a lot like other fics like it, so sorry if it seems really unoriginal.
Trigger warning for subjects like depression, self harm, and eating disorders
Ahsoka and Rex have been together for almost a year now, through many hard times like Umbara for instance. No body knows about them... except for Cody and Kix, who swore they wouldn't tell a soul. In this story I will try to include ideas from the reader as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the plot, I'm writing for fun so if things are inaccurate I apologize, and this is a fanfic about Rexsoka and for story purposes Ahsoka is 18 almost 19 and Rex is 24 (12). Also, mild language. And (yes, I know. Lots of disclaimers, but people are confused) this doesn't fit the original timeline.
Ahsoka never left and Anakin doesn't turn. It's a happy story because these characters need that.