this is so beautiful and painful. aghhhh so Gemma and Anne died too?? my heart :(
I love Niall having lingering Catholic instincts, and the part where he's thinking about the feeling of God was so beautifully written:
It doesn’t fit with how many early Sunday mornings he has sat in a church and that feeling that he would get when the sunrise would reach just the right latitude to send sunbeams bursting through the stained glass windows. He can remember so tangibly the warmth that would spread through him, the feeling that someone was watching over him. The thought that there’s no one leaves him feeling cold.
it's just so so beautiful. and oh god poor harry, with his guilt and uncertainty and grief. I just reread it and registered the part about it being Harry's fault that they're gone - oh god!!!!! I crave the angst. I'm so looking forward to reading more of this.
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I love Niall having lingering Catholic instincts, and the part where he's thinking about the feeling of God was so beautifully written:
It doesn’t fit with how many early Sunday mornings he has sat in a church and that feeling that he would get when the sunrise would reach just the right latitude to send sunbeams bursting through the stained glass windows. He can remember so tangibly the warmth that would spread through him, the feeling that someone was watching over him. The thought that there’s no one leaves him feeling cold.
it's just so so beautiful. and oh god poor harry, with his guilt and uncertainty and grief. I just reread it and registered the part about it being Harry's fault that they're gone - oh god!!!!! I crave the angst. I'm so looking forward to reading more of this.