I cannot believe I didn’t review this! I read it the day you uploaded it and everything! I even remember that I was sitting on my bedroom floor straightening my hair, getting ready to go somewhere. I’m the worst friend ever! I’m so sorry!

Here’s your well deserved review

...two months later.

I remember this thoroughly breaking my heart the first time I read it, so I know for a fact that it’s gonna be ten times worse the second go around. It’s like rewatching Brock’s Got Stones, or Couple’s Therapy, or Core Focus for the 800th time. I won’t elaborate, I know you know what I’m talking about.

I’m gonna read this like I’ve never laid eyes on it before. That’s how I do everything I’ve done before, and that’s why everything’s always as equally entertaining as the first time.

ON WITH THE REVIEW, I’M STARTING TO RAMBLE.

What the heck, how dare you set this story up so perfectly? Had I not known the song, that first paragraph, actually, the entire story, would have lead me to believe he really was “gone.”

That hurts my heart, you asshole.

I hate/love how I can always see exactly what you’ve written playing out in my mind like a scene on the television screen.

I can picture the clutter. God, can I ever picture the clutter. Brock added an aspect of disorganization, adventure, and uncertainty to her life and that’s another reason why the two of them being apart absolutely kills me. That was my ex for me, my life is very mundane now. I know exactly what’s going to happen every single day, and though comforting, I really do miss his spontaneity. I really feel like this is something Reba’s probably been going through since the divorce.

Your writing with this one gives me this really cool effect of being able to see Brock as a transparent, kind of faded memory that’s physically dancing around the room and interacting with her. It’s absolutely beautiful.

Oh, my God. You can literally feel her panic as she looks around the room. Every little thing catching her eye and bringing back something, only for her to shake it off and be met by something else, and then something else. It piles up on your chest and it’s heavy as hell.

I also love that this story doesn’t have a resolution. The weight never lifts. There’s no cool down. No happy ending. We’re left twisting in the wind the way he left her to twist in the wind for the rest of her life.

I love this story. You did such a good job!

I was crying the whole time. Holy shit that was intense.

Best fanfic in a long time..I'm sobbing when listening to Carly's song...beautifully written.

HOLY MACKEREL KENDRA WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? THIS IS HONESTLY SO PAINFUL AND VERY VERY RUDE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

This is so sad but so well written!