So, so beautiful. There are so great lines/ideas here. My favorites:
1635. red. what it meant: not just the colour of a shirt but tearing your chest open, spilling your lifeblood. and leaving everything else just as wrecked and shattered and bloody. it's always starker against white.
1814. saying goodbye. standing cheek to cheek for a second but feeling like his body was already a million miles away. he turns away before you do.
This made my heart ache in all the right ways; so, so beautiful, and so full of truth. I could pull out so many lines, but these were my favourite.
It's hard, when something so familiar goes on without you. It's like you could maybe fit right back into this old life, if you tried, but it still won't ever be the same.
It remains like that for a while. Just a story. A story he doesn't feel he'll ever really be a part of.
Both such simple, almost universal ideas, but both so perfect for their situation. Oh, and this one, because it made me long for the old days and smile in a bittersweet way:
Like he wants to be talking to the Xabi from five years ago, who was naive and too polite, who would agree with every stupid thing he said when he was drunk and who would drive him home, who kind of hero-worshipped him and kind of was in love with him. Secretly, or not so much, after a while.
Sorry, rambling comment, but basically thank you for a wonderful, moving read. ♥
Wow, this was just amazingly beautiful. Every line was perfect.
This line though, this line took my breath away because the moment I read it, it was 100% stop on; the way he looked like he was always on the cusp of greatness.
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My favorites:
1635. red. what it meant: not just the colour of a shirt but tearing your chest open, spilling your lifeblood. and leaving everything else just as wrecked and shattered and bloody. it's always starker against white.
1814. saying goodbye. standing cheek to cheek for a second but feeling like his body was already a million miles away. he turns away before you do.
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It's hard, when something so familiar goes on without you. It's like you could maybe fit right back into this old life, if you tried, but it still won't ever be the same.
It remains like that for a while. Just a story. A story he doesn't feel he'll ever really be a part of.
Both such simple, almost universal ideas, but both so perfect for their situation. Oh, and this one, because it made me long for the old days and smile in a bittersweet way:
Like he wants to be talking to the Xabi from five years ago, who was naive and too polite, who would agree with every stupid thing he said when he was drunk and who would drive him home, who kind of hero-worshipped him and kind of was in love with him. Secretly, or not so much, after a while.
Sorry, rambling comment, but basically thank you for a wonderful, moving read. ♥
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This line though, this line took my breath away because the moment I read it, it was 100% stop on;
the way he looked like he was always on the cusp of greatness.
So so perfect.
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