I'm sitting here seriously crying. I love this so much, I cannot even. I just. Andy ;__________; and Jorge. And the fact that they're together but they can't be together, I just... ;__________;
Andy wants to say something, but he doesn’t know quite what it is, just this painful wad in his throat. He has too many words to say, that’s the problem. He could keep saying important things for hours, talk about this dream he just had, of them and maybe a farm and the cool air and warm sun and that glittering laughter in Posada’s eyes--
“What the fuck is it?” snarls the other man, breaking the contact and flinging the door open, practically charging out.
Andy is left alone, his hand hanging empty, in a deserted, crumbling little shack in the middle of a war camp.
I'm catching up!sugarshanebabeApril 8 2011, 01:53:52 UTC
Oooh! I LOVE this story. I'm glad I finally had time to read and comment on it. I agree with the first comment wholeheartedly, poor Andy! I really enjoy the way you write, you're great. I hope you continue with this! *goes to read again*
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I had to read this six times through (over the course of two days) before I had the power to say anything. You melted my heart. And lately, anything I read that has to do with Andy makes my heart pang, but you just made it the good kind of pang. XD. I love the recurring theme of Andy being the half-clueless farmboy and how Jorge loves it as much as I do, if not more.
Just, ughhh, so perfectly written. If you continued this, I would love you forever and ever and ever. I'd think of you on my deathbed. Was that creepy? -runs off to read again-
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Andy wants to say something, but he doesn’t know quite what it is, just this painful wad in his throat. He has too many words to say, that’s the problem. He could keep saying important things for hours, talk about this dream he just had, of them and maybe a farm and the cool air and warm sun and that glittering laughter in Posada’s eyes--
“What the fuck is it?” snarls the other man, breaking the contact and flinging the door open, practically charging out.
Andy is left alone, his hand hanging empty, in a deserted, crumbling little shack in the middle of a war camp.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
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Just, ughhh, so perfectly written. If you continued this, I would love you forever and ever and ever. I'd think of you on my deathbed. Was that creepy? -runs off to read again-
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