I Know this feeling, too. There was this one project, it colapsed because of a lack of ideas and because before I started it I promised myself that it wouldn't be a darkfic, but it became one anyway. So, there is this couple. They are in some kind of army thats fighting an interdimensional war. One day they go off to seperated missions. That was the point, where I thought that at least a little tradgedy had to happen or the fic would become too WAFFy. It snowballed from there. She died, the news somehow reached him in the middle of his mission, he goes on a rampage, it gets pretty messy and when he has calmed down somewhat his own people are after him, because of what he did/he's too dangerous and he has to flee, insanity consumes his mind, when he finds her body he is that far gone that he builds a sword and uses her hands for the hilt and encloses her blood in the blade because he wants hr to be there when he kills the guy that killed her. I really didn'T want it to become like that. After the project died I've written a short songtext from his perspective to somehow put an end to it. I still was depressed for weeks after that.

Benjamin Brill
who lives near one of the (former) largest cities of the world and is still as far away from civilisation as Tatooine.