*sniffle*

[aruan]

walkingshadow said to bring a tissue when I told her I was reading Snow, and it's not as if the story hasn't been breaking me a little bit more with every sentence, but oh my god, I'm an absolute blubbering mess right now because JC drank the wine he knew was poisoned and didn't let Justin do it and the glasses shattering to the floor and his sadness and emptiness despite Justin, whose devotion and hope break me, too, and Chris, who wouldn't let himself believe even at the end but knows he's never done anything but just that, and it's all broken now and I know that's how the story goes, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

It's so beautiful. Every heart-breaking word of it.

*goes to take Miranda's good advice*

Comments

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear that. I know a couple of other people who find Amber's writing too much, but I love it. I love that she doesn't have to physically torture her characters for angst or sympathy, that she deals with the very real emotional/social/psychological cruelties of the world instead. I loved the tone of this piece, perfectly Grimm's fairy tales, the trapped hopelessness of the same when every logical sense in your body is screaming at them to just do this or just do that and it could all be okay, but they don't. They don't because people, much like characters in an already-written story, never listen, especially not to reason in the face of love.