I didn't read this at soon as you posted it because, well, I was afraid of what I would find. But now I'm glad I did, it was very touching. Terribly sad, yes, but beautiful nonetheless.
I've written a follow-up to the December kitten-fic as penance, if that helps at all!
Thank you for reading, though *hugs* I know it's not an easy one. It wasn't easy to write, so I can hardly expect reading to be a picnic.
Yes, a good cry was in order after finishing these; no question.
Thank you *hugs*
This was stunningly beautiful - I'm sitting here with a sore throat because I'm trying so hard not to just sob like a baby. I've already re-read this three times, and it doesn't get any less powerful. You're an amazing writer, thank you so much for sharing this.
*hugs* Right, so: I've posted two antidotes since these, one a piece of kitten-fic, of all things, and the other, which has just gone live, is an actual, happy take on their future. I hope these things help. Thank you so much for reading <3
I read the part where Lestrade knelt next to them both, cursed you, and got up for a drink (of water) and a tissue. And then read that part several times.
I was thinking of forwarding this to a friend, you may make us both cry :)
I wouldn't have blamed you if it had been stronger than water. Or if it had been tea *hugs* I blew through so many cups of tea writing this one, couldn't stick at it for more than about ten or fifteen minutes at a go. And if you do forward it, I don't doubt you'll give your friend fair warning...
Thank you *hugs*
I'm sorry it took me so long to comment. I have read it several times since you posted, in first just scanning, then reading single POVs, and now finally everything in one go, and it just hurts every single time. It's so tragically beautiful. I can't imagine ever reading it an not crying.
No need to apologize *hugs* These are hard ones to get through, hands down; I feel like I've put a mile between myself and these just writing happier stuff. Thank you so much for taking the chance!
Oh dear. The description of Pompeii and the lovers really got me...
I can see it in my head.
Pompeii always gets to me, so I figured it would be a surefire device for getting the point across. Thank you very much for reading *hugs* I'm still handing out tissues at the door.
The only reason I'm not crying harder is because I KNOW this can't be canon, because they're filming Season 2. Brilliantly written...
I'm as glad as you are that it's an AU, definitely. It was an extremely engaging prompt to fill!
Thank you very much! :)
Late comment is late, but I finished reading 5 minutes ago and I'm still sitting here wiping my eyes.
Whenever I try to scroll up to quote the parts that made me cry, I start all over again so I'm going to count that as a fruitless endeavour and look for happier stories among your fics.
Thank you for writing and sharing this with us.
First off, *hugs* are in order. And virtual tissues.
No need to quote bits! I'm grateful enough that you've read, given it's rough to say the least. Thank you very much, and I think the two just after this one may give you the fluff you're looking for. I wrote them as restitution!
Oh, this was a beautiful, heartbreaking piece. What lovely work.
Many thanks for reading - and hugs and virtual tissues, too, if needed! <3
I have to stop reading half way for several times to keep myself from sobbing too hard…This is so sad and beautiful!
And oddly enough, this fic describing the world without Sherlock and John makes me even more grieved than "I Meet You There, and We Go", which is the description of their deaths. Maybe it is because in that fic they are together, whether alive or dead. I just cannot bear the world they left behind...
You're right, this one is far worse than the first story. By the time I'd got through it, I definitely realized how upsetting it is *hugs* They're the center of a small universe, whether they know it or not, and, if they were to leave it, yikes. Thank you for reading!
HOLY CHRIST THIS WAS AMAZING.
Also I have no idea why I read it because it has emotionally destroyed me. Your writing is amazingly powerful!
If I had left this set at the first piece, I Meet You There, and We Go, it might not have been as unequivocally depressing as it is. However, writing the follow-up meant facing down the reality of what they left behind, which I wanted to do, but...I didn't think about the contact damage, I suppose. Thank you for fighting through *hugs*
Both these fics are heartbreaking and beautiful.
Thank you. And not easy reading, as I understand it, so *hugs* to you for getting through!
referenced to your post from Happy Friday!
saying: [...] and The Half Open Window [...]
Need tissue badly. Oh my, so well done that it hurts.
*hugs, offers more tissue*
Move on to the third piece if/when you can; the aim there is some closure, because this one is pretty rough on the reader, I'm quite well aware!
Thank you very much <3
Oh God, my heart. You're trying to kill me, right? I've read everything, but this - this really tore my heart apart. Everything was so painful and... I don't have words. ANd I can really see what I'm writing because I can't stop crying. It was so strong, so painful, you're amazing. Almost everyone here broke my heart - Molly, Lestrade, Harry... Harry really made me sobbing like a child. It's simply amazing. You've a gift.
(There's a third part to this series that's linked at the end of the post above - I wrote it in an attempt to make amends/heal the damage a bit, so if/when you feel you can move forward, there's that *hugs*)
Lestrade and Molly were two of the hardest to write. Sally was, too, for some reason. I had to embed Harry in Mrs. Hudson's bit just to be able to handle her, though, a bit of distance. Thank you very much for reading <3
I'm so enjoying your stories. They're gentle and very moving, written with restraint and dignity. I love what you do here with the rest of the BBC cast; they aren't just extras, they each have their own demons to wrestle.
> "Coffee," Molly whispers. "Two sugars, black."
This darn near broke my heart.
It's wonderful to explore these side trips, knowing that a Season 2 is coming along, so of course they didn't die. But what a lovely sending off you've given them. Cheers.
Molly's bit was tough to write, so...yes *hugs*
Thank you very much for reading. I'm glad S2 is coming along; maybe it'll snap me out of this fascination with a world in which they're recently gone. If you move on to the final couple of bits of this, I hope you...enjoy them just as much, if that's the right word :)
2011-05-17 06:29 pm (UTC)
This is the best sherlock slash I have already read. I almost cried for every part of it,because it reminds me so often my friend who died several years ago .These were painful days,and until now I still barely believe that she had really gone.I still think maybe one day at could meet her again,right on the street,just like the old days.Think you for your great job !And could you please allow me to translate your fic into Chinese?I really want my friends to read it !Thanks !:)
First of all, so many thanks for reading; this isn't an easy series to read (and there are even a couple more parts after this one, if you keep following the end-links). I'm pleased that it had some resonance for you, and I hope that the memories of your friend are comforting rather than overly painful. Regarding translation, I'll give it some thought; however, this is one that I'd almost rather remain untouched (for strange personal reasons, I will grant). Once again, thank you for your amazing feedback *hugs*
I just thought you should know, after reading over 100 Sherlock fanfictions, this is the only one that has ever made me cry. I don't even go for sad fics. But yours was different. I could see it happening, and getting everyone's perspectives on their deaths is really...well, it just feels like we're all mourning together. If that makes any sense.
The moment I lost it was when Mrs. Hudson cradles and rocks Harry. My throat just like...closed up.
This fic will have the honor of being the only character-death fic on my List of Awesome Fanfiction.
*goes to find a tissue*
First of all: I commend you for being such a prodigious reader! I had the time and energy for that about a year ago when I first entered the fandom, but these days, given academic stress and other factors, I have to balance reading with writing, and very often I spend more time writing than reading. I really need to get myself back on track.
*hugs* This sequence of stories is not an easy read, and I'm honored that you enjoyed them and have put them on your list <3
I found this one even more difficult to get though than the first in this series. This grief is what those left behind must deal with, and to know that they won't see them again in this life is hard. Very hard.
And yet we see how Sherlock and John are loved and respected, and that even someone who dislikes Sherlock still did not want it to come to this. I think the acknowledgement of their special relationship is what makes this a bit more bearable.
I'm glad you gave Molly a quiet dignity here; too often she is treated as a mousy stereotype. Mike seemed entirely himself and his section was heartbreaking in part because of his guilt and his wish to see John again.
I don't know why, but I take the open window and the breeze as ambiguous signs that Sherlock and John are fine on some level, that they are there in some sense yet not bound to it either. I don't know if that makes any sense.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful story. As you know, not all pain is ugly or unhealthy...
Finding the right balance between pain and closure can be difficult; tilt too far to one side, and it's gratuitous character torture. I'm glad that you find this piece to be more healing than not; that was my hope, at least! *hugs*
Thanks once again!
Of all those reactions, Harry's was the most touching for some reason or another.
The most difficult reaction to write was Molly's, not going to lie on that one.
As for Harry, yes, I found shifting into that conversation between her and Mrs. Hudson strangely uplifting.
Thanks once again <3
This was... I have no words, except that I cried my eyes out and still I feel strangely happy for them or something. The sad part, really is those left behind.
Thank you for linking! :)
2012-06-18 10:53 pm (UTC)
Series Rec: I Meet You There, and We Go
Thank you so much for the amazing rec <3
Oh. Oh, you're killing me.
*has tissues and tea at the ready*
This, this. This is absolutely beautiful.
Mike's part really had me on the verge flooding my bedsheets yet again. I can really imagine them having a joint funeral. It really suits them, quite perfectly actually. I can't comprehend how you come up with such beautiful words to describe them.
It's generally not my style to write death-fic, unless there's a very specific theme or idea I want to examine and, hopefully, still make an uplifting point in doing so. Thank you so much for reading, because I know that this little series is difficult due to the emotional weight of it. I wanted to look at the ways in which those left behind would comfort each other and keep the memory of them close.