Oh hai. Me again. So. I stayed up until 5.30 reading this until I passed out. And I have JUST finished it. And, honey, I can't even explain to you how utterly exquisite this story is. You have woven such an emotional and beautiful web of character relationships. This chapter is so bittersweet (maybe I'm a cynic or maybe I've just had too many people in my family have cancer to think that it's really gone) and utterly touching. I want to go back and quote 23 chapters worth of beauty but for now I will just quote this:
"What happened? Are we okay, love?" he asked anxiously. His stomach began to do nervous flips when he got no response. Please, he thought, please don't let all her suffering have been for nothing.
She smiled to herself at his choice of words. It was so like Matthew to ask "are we okay" instead of "are you okay". It was also like him to insist on being here, even though today was his birthday. He had insisted on putting any birthday talk on hold, instead choosing to focus on Paige and this important appointment.
He tried again. "Please, talk to me. Are we okay?"
The girl with the golden hair took a deep breath and grinned through her tears. She bit her lip and nodded furiously, sniffling. When she spoke it was in a broken whisper.
"It's gone. We're okay."
His eyes widened as a grin blazed across his face. "Yeah?" he whispered excitedly.
"Yeah," she nodded, wiping her eyes as he pulled her as close as he possibly could. He picked her up and twirled her a couple times, Paige giggling happily. Matthew released her, his hands smoothing her hair gently.
This.....it really hits home for me. It's like you sat in on one of the many times my family has said these words. I found myself crying as I was reading it and that brings my tear tally up to 6 in this story. And it's not even done! I just wish I knew of words to express how important and wonderful this story is to me.
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Date: 2010-07-30 09:47 pm (UTC)"What happened? Are we okay, love?" he asked anxiously. His stomach began to do nervous flips when he got no response. Please, he thought, please don't let all her suffering have been for nothing.
She smiled to herself at his choice of words. It was so like Matthew to ask "are we okay" instead of "are you okay". It was also like him to insist on being here, even though today was his birthday. He had insisted on putting any birthday talk on hold, instead choosing to focus on Paige and this important appointment.
He tried again. "Please, talk to me. Are we okay?"
The girl with the golden hair took a deep breath and grinned through her tears. She bit her lip and nodded furiously, sniffling. When she spoke it was in a broken whisper.
"It's gone. We're okay."
His eyes widened as a grin blazed across his face. "Yeah?" he whispered excitedly.
"Yeah," she nodded, wiping her eyes as he pulled her as close as he possibly could. He picked her up and twirled her a couple times, Paige giggling happily. Matthew released her, his hands smoothing her hair gently.
This.....it really hits home for me. It's like you sat in on one of the many times my family has said these words. I found myself crying as I was reading it and that brings my tear tally up to 6 in this story. And it's not even done! I just wish I knew of words to express how important and wonderful this story is to me.
Thank you for writing it. x x x