This is so so so so so so so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. I'm really almost jearing.
It's beautifully written though, perhaps one of the finer things you have written (all your other stuff is wonderful too, but there's just something about this one that makes it better than the rest).
He collapses on to the cool and unfamiliar sheets of a hotel bed and closes his eyes. Was it really only a week ago that he’d woken, tangled up in their sheets, her body spooning his own? Was that night really the last time he would ever make love to her, feel her body beneath his, hear her cry out his name and then whisper it once more as he joined her? Was that the end of everything that was, when the fucking phone rang early that morning? Would the last time he held her, kissed her, spoke to her - be in the dark confines of a destroyed Dharma station surrounded by cold steel and blood, her blood. And when was the first time? It was suddenly important that he remember, here in the quiet, but he can’t bring himself to try.
An entire paragraph written to make me sob...but I love it SO much :)
My heart actually breaks for him. I mean, I know he's completely fictional but my heart just breaks when I think of him living out the rest of his life without Juliet :(
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Seriously hun your writing gets better with every new fic ;) (you know, I'm a big fan of cabin fever)
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Whyyyyyyyyy?
*wails*
This is so so so so so so so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.
I'm really almost jearing.
It's beautifully written though, perhaps one of the finer things you have written (all your other stuff is wonderful too, but there's just something about this one that makes it better than the rest).
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And thank you, Steph ♥
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An entire paragraph written to make me sob...but I love it SO much :)
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