Well, that's it then. Actually, I'm glad I wrote this epilogue - it enabled me to justify the title and indulge into shameless T.S. Eliot-quoting. Hopefully I managed to find a point of balance between angst and, um, other things. This is a bit longer than I'd initially planned, BTW. And you know - typos, blah blah blah, don't hesitate to point
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Awwww, this part really got me.
A very sweet farewell. Enough angst to know that they mean it, but also some satisfaction.
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Hehe, gotta love it when you get all romantic and spiritual and then real life comes back at you with a vengeance!
I'm awfully pleased that you think it feels right. Thanks again for all the encouragements, you're a wonderful reader ;)
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Yes, exactly! It's all fun and games until someone does something stupid. ;0)
You're welcome! Awww, thanks, and you are a wonderful writer! ;0)
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I'm so thrilled you enjoyed this epilogue - it definitely didn't feel right stopping at the end of the previous chappie. I don't know, I got all inspired all of a sudden XD It was far too angsty until I was reminded of a particular incident got the idea of the forgotten slippers and the restaurant; then the humour made sense and I felt I could get away with it.
I'm so pleased that you thought it worked, though *smug smile* Awwwww, than you so much :DD
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How dare you calling my story sad when you write things like this! *hides face in pillow*
No, but it is very beautiful. You made that farewell scene very touching without the two of them getting out of character. I think. I don't know them, really. Which makes my compliment kind of... ehem. What was I gonna say? Oh yeah. I love it! :)
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AT LEAST I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE, YOU MURDEROUS BLOODTHIRSTY HUN!!! *hits you with pillow*
Also it's canon that Hastings is married and has kids, whereas you pulled up a wife and a rather unsympathetic son from nowhere just to torture us. There! And I mean it to sting.
XD But yes, glad you enjoyed the story. And that you didn't get the impression that the characters were too out of... you know.
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You mean Frenchie! You French meanie! I didn't murder him! He was already dead when I got there and the only reason my fingerprints are on the gun is that I was scared the assailant was still in the apartment and I wanted to defend myself!! *snatches pillow and uses it to blow her nose*
Ooooh, monsieur wants a backstory, eh? WELL YOU CAN HAVE A BLOODY BACKSTORY, MISTER!!!! *hurls pillow at your head*
^__________^ *tee hee*
Apart from that, yes, lovely story, absolutely. More tea, dear?
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