And look what I found, a perfect last note to the song of how my heart has been aching all day all over again because Luke Castellan died, even worse for the poor feelings of minedied a hero... The last part slashed a cold knife deep inside my chest and twisted with evil grin on its face. Realizing how Thalia has somehow found stabilization and Luke hasn't, how much their paths went their own ways when they were once only oneit was adding salt onto the wound. You know, I'm not usually a great lover of description-only stories like this one, I'm more of an action kinda gal. But when those are written as well as yours, able to get my soul of stone to get so many mixed shipping feels at once with ever word that adds to the story... I am not stubborn enough not to take the hat off for you for your fabulous job!I loved it! (Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off back to sobbing in the pillow...)

This just gave me the feels

Wow. Just wow. I'm silent and I don't know what to say, wich is rare. You wrote something that captured Luke and Thalia perfectly and made sure that if uncle Rick would read this, he would really, really regret killing Luke. Just wow.

Hey! This was lovely! I liked the comparison between Thalia and the tumbleweed and Luke's perspective (especially the part where he was still standing through all his pain). It was interesting to see Thalia satisfied and happy with her decision and Luke devastated by it. Great work!
By the way, I'm re-writing the story I started with an old friend of mine " The Bargain " I'd love it if you checked it out! ;)