Oh my gosh, I cried. I love your writing. I love feeling like in right there watching it all unfold in everyway, especially emotionally. You have a gift for that. Thank you for writing and sharing.

“For all the colors and hues that have shaded her world in the last 35 years, nothing could ever outshine the brilliant blue light that lives in his eyes. It's that reassurance, that belief in him, in them, the conviction that he's the only one for her - that's what kept Lucy's feet moving down the stone walkway.”
STOPPPP ITTTT. (Okay seriously though, never stop.) MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS. I’M CRYING AGAIN. THEY DESERVE THIS HAPPINESS SO MUCH. ALSO I AM WEAK FOR WYATT IN DRESS BLUES HALP ME. God your imagery with the Kaleidoscope is so amazingly accurate for these two. Broken and bright and beautiful when it all comes together. That concept is BRILLIANT. The way you broke up this story into colors ALSO BRILLIANT. All in all this story is just excellent artistry all around. Creative, unique, beautiful. I am so grateful that you continue to share your gift with all of us and you deserve ALL THE AMAZING REVIEWS. You are a master of not just fanfic but storytelling in general and I cannot wait to read ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU WILL EVER WRITE.

I’m crying. I have read this so many times before and EVERY TIME I cry. SEE WHAT YOU DO.

It started here: “Hope. Wyatt Logan had hope. It honestly still felt a little too good to be true.” And was then on and off crying for the rest of the chapter.

THEY HAVE GROWN SO MUCH. Individually and together. LOOK AT THEM FINALLY HAPPY AND TOGETHER AND IN LOVE. MY EMOTIONS. I feel like this chapter deserves a better review than this but I am SO ENAMORED WITH YOUR WRITING that I don’t know what to say! It’s just all so beautifully emotional and perfect. YOU ARE A GLORIOUS FANFIC QUEEN AND I NEED YOU TO TEACH ME YOUR WAYS.

*still crying* MY BABIES ARE SO HAPPY.

IF YOU COULD SEE MY FACE RIGHT NOW. I am BEAMING and that’s after my like fifth ever read through of this chapter. THIS WHOLE THING IS FLAWLESS. Lucy deciding to jump in on her own, Wyatt showing up at the last minute and being forced to take part in a plan he hates, the emotionally charged conversation at the table, Wyatt leaving the table to take out Emma alone likely knowing he wouldn’t make it back, LUCY BEING A BADASS AND THEN GOING INTO SHOCK, WYATT BEING EUPHORIC CAUSE HIS FAVORITE HISTORIAN SAVED HIS ASS WITH A WELL PLACED/TIMED SHOT, and then then the laughing and giddy love confession after...MY HEART JUST EXPLODED.

THIS COUPLE IS SO MEANT TO BE AND I LOVE WHEN THEY FREAKING PUT EACH OTHER FIRST. I LOVE WHEN ITS CLEAR THEY HAVE AN EQUAL PARTNERSHIP. I LOVE THEM KICKING ASS TOGETHER. YOU GAVE ME ALL OF THAT IN ONE CHAPTER.

I just love you and your stories. Good lord. PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITING BEAUTIFUL LYATT MASTERPIECES.

HOT. Oh god. THIS WAS PERFECT. I can picture the dress and Wyatt being unable to take his eyes off of her. I can picture the romance of Paris and the passion and affection between them. And DAMN if that last scene was the perfect build up of every emotion you’ve showcased between them so far. The way they just understand each other and the depth of what they feel for each other...it is so entirely PERFECT. I am so overcome right now that I don’t even know what more I can possibly say. YOU HAVE KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK WITH EVERY STORY BUT THIS CHAPTER ALWAYS KILLS ME. yep. I’m dead and have been since the first time I read this chapter. You’ve been talking to a ghost.

"I - " he sucked in a reluctant breath, closing his eyes before he could go on, " - I really don't want to be let this shit get between us, Lucy. I've been that guy before, the one who lets his feelings bring out the worst in him, and I...I won't do that to you."

Oh Wyatt. This is why I love him so much. He takes his mistakes entirely personally and lets them consume him to the point of nearly crippling him. It’s why he’s so honorable and why he’s so truly good. He chooses to be better and not repeat his mistakes. This chapter is a prime example of that and a prime example of why he needs Lucy to help him pull his head out of his ass. She challenges him and speaks the truth in a clear yet still supportive way. You always write that balance so wonderfully well.

And the little bit of jealous Wyatt was a nice treat too plus Lucy making it clear to Flynn that WYATT is her guy is just so satisfying and hilarious lol. THIS STORY IS EVERYTHING.

“Then she was off again, drifting away into a blissful dreamland where she and Wyatt were finally pursuing those ambiguous possibilities. And just when Lucy thought nothing could be better than the vivid fantasies that swept across her sleep-addled imagination, she woke up hours later to the incredible realization that it was no dream at all; Wyatt was still there, ready to kiss her again and again until real life became far more appealing than anything she could have ever conjured up in her head.“

Just freaking kill me dead, why don’t you? This entire chapter was just breathtaking. Wyatt trying so desperately to keep Lucy alert and with him. The image of him completely wrapped up in worry and regret while she’s bleeding in his arms is painful and romantic all at once. Just like the image of him sleeping beside her bed, waiting for her to wake up. Keeping vigil while waiting anxiously to talk to her. I LOVE WYATT LOGAN. AGAIN, I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE WHEN YOU WRITE HIM. and then that final paragraph I quoted up above...GORGEOUS. I ADORE THESE TWO TOGETHER AND I ADORE THIS STORY.

“But Lucy swore that to her dying day, she would uphold her end of the bargain - she wasn't going anywhere, wouldn't desert him in his grief, not even if staying by his side under these terms would eventually shred her to pieces.”

Ugh, if that doesn’t feel more emotionally relevant now than it did when you first wrote it...

This is a hell of a first chapter. The whole thing is so heartbreaking and bittersweet. Some huge emotions are unloaded and some devastating things are realized. These two make me so happy and yet unbelievably sad all at once! They always do that when you write them and I LOVE IT. The mix of affection and heartache just feels so real and beautiful.

Oh man I hurt for everyone in this chapter. So good. So right. You do this to me every time.

“And in the end, the lesson was clear - adjust the lens, let a little light in, and even the broken bits can transform into something new and dazzling.”

GOD YOU SLAY ME. So somehow I have obsessively read and memorized this masterpiece and yet never reviewed it. THAT CHANGES TONIGHT. starting with the most beautiful prologue. How do you string words together in so many new ways that make me want to throw down my laptop and never write again? This was a short prologue and already my emotions are a mess. HOW DARE YOU. (No but really YOU ARE AMAZING AND THANK YOU FOR THIS ART.)

MY HEART! That proposal is too perfect. I love happy Lyatt I love this fic. He bought the ring in fricking PARIS. Wyatt Logan is an actual love struck puppy

Okay. I’m not a wedding person. Like...I’ve NEVER been one to think about wedding dresses and flowers and color schemes. But this? This is so sweet and so beautiful. GIMME ALL THE BLUE!

“She could breathe again. She had a mission, and she'd be damned if she took a second longer than necessary to get to him. She could definitely march herself down the aisle when the love of her life was standing under that gazebo, so crisp and striking in his dress blues, waiting there just for her.”

Yasss, girl. Get down that aisle. Your man is waiting. In dress blues. With his blue eyes. Oh. My. God. I didn’t die this time, but I may have had a small stroke.

Just kidding! I’m dead!

Cause of death:
Wyatt took an unchoreographed step toward her before she could even reach him, which evoked a round of chuckles and awwws from their small gathering of family and friends. His hand locked around hers and there were already tears welling in his vivid gaze when he met her partway.

Dead. Gone. Life insurance paid out. Flowers on my grave. DEAD.

When they finally parted - breathless and enraptured - it was to a clamor of cheering and applause, along with a long whistle from Rufus who stood off to the side, practically leaping with excitement in his groomsman's tux.

You KNOW this would be Rufus. He’d be happy for them, sure. But he’d also be so relieved that they FINALLY made things officially official. Poor guy having to deal with their sexual tension for so long...

The kaleidoscope wrap-up is beautifully done and the ending is so perfect. I love this story so SO much.

I think I’ll go read it again.

OMG! This is THE OTHER CHAPTER. who am I kidding? THEY ARE ALL *THE* CHAPTERS!

Wyatt is so nervous and I love it so much and it makes me all swoony because he loves Lucy soooo much.

Ahem. Some quotes.

Then almost spit it right back out all over her.
"Whoa," he rubbed his hand across his mouth after forcing down a difficult swallow, as if that could eradicate the entire experience. "Am I supposed to drink it or chew it?”

You and me both, Wyatt. Eggnog is NASTY.

"Among other things," she answered, still laughing at him as she leaned closer, the fingers of her free hand dipping into his jacket pocket to lure him closer.

I love this tiny little bit of flirtation and desire for closeness. *sigh*

He almost broke right there and skipped everything else he'd prepared. Her shining eyes were no longer filled with glee, but rapidly sinking in gathering tears instead, and he felt like a first-class jackass for not foreseeing how she'd interpret his well-rehearsed opening line.

The angst-whore in me totally digs the fact that Lucy thinks she’s about to get a break-up speech. And because Wyatt is about as emotionally agile as Lucy is physically agile, I can totally see him fumbling and bumbling and giving her this impression. Awkward Wyatt FTW!

"Yeah," he chuckled, lowering his head just enough to leave a quick kiss on her forehead. "You're hardly subtle, ya know?"

Again with the tiny little gestures of affection. Seeing them as a couple in an established relationship is THE BEST!

This exchange:
Wyatt tried to swallow, but the effect was like shoving gravel into a blender. "Maybe I wasn't clear. I'm not going anywhere, not unless that's something we decide on together. I want to be wherever you are, permanently. Whether that means transferring, instructing full-time, or finishing out and - "
"Really? No bullshit?" she broke in on a tattered breath.

I want to reread it for the first time a million times! His panic at her non-answer! Her response!

"I brought it home from Paris, Luce. I know you're not wild about the idea of disturbing the stream of time by transporting objects from the past, but - "

O.
M.
G.

You killed me, resurrected me, and then killed me again. HE BOUGHT IN DURING *THE* CHAPTER?! The original THE CHAPTER?! I’m dead.
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RIP
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AND HE HAD AMY THERE?! WHY DO YOU WRITE SUCH PERFECTION?

The Violet chapter! I always remember this one because I love that Lucy takes charge and is a total badass. The fact that Wyatt gets to witness and marvel at her badassery makes it that much better.

“Gentlemen, this is my guest, Wyatt - Wyatt DiCaprio."

Haha! Hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

“Wyatt's fingertips were pressing into her back so severely that he was probably going to leave marks, five miniature purple indents to remind her just how much he despised this plan of hers.”

Hey, Protective!Wyatt. How’ve you been? Also? More purple imagery! Love the color motifs so, so much.

She clamped a firm hand around his forearm, forcing him to acknowledge her as she loosened the clasp of her handbag and tilted it toward him. "For your information, I was taking this very seriously. I brought my own backup."
"Shit, Lucy," he breathed out, his face paling at the sight of her newly acquired handgun. "Shit."

Haha! Lucy with a gun does NOT make me feel better. I’m with Wyatt here.

"And the worst part is that some stupid part of me would have still blamed myself for whatever happened to you. You get that, right? There's no turning back for me now, I am always going to feel responsible for keeping you safe."

Oh, Wyatt. We know. She knows. She’s experienced it firsthand. We love you for it, but you also need to learn when to release the burden of responsibility for other people’s actions. I love that Lucy turns his logic on its head and uses it to make her point.

His thumb outlined her jaw with the utmost tenderness. "No, sweetheart. Your legacy is so much more than that. Yours is about rising above, doing the impossible...fighting back against all the worst odds."
Ragged emotion rose in her throat. "I - I'm the one who says sweetheart. You call me babydoll. Get it right."

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Yeah. That was my heart. Flatlining. I died at this. I ACTUALLY DIED.

You do a fabulous job of capturing the outbreak of chaos. And more purple!

“No, they were outside. The heavens had unfolded, finally giving way to the violet friction of a summer storm.”

Wyatt’s frantic and breathless “I love you” is freaking perfection. Their entire relationship has been softness in the ragged midst of chaos, so the choice to admit their feelings after such a narrow escape is so fitting. I love them soooo much in this fic!

It’s the chapter. THE CHAPTER!

“There was something wickedly bashful in her countering smile, an elusive sense of magic that came with the radiant lights falling over her pale skin, a spell that had been cast in the surrounding bouquets of flowers and mingling perfumes from the party. There was a low rumble of traffic below them, barely audible in the symphony of buoyant laughter and lilting instruments playing on other end of the terrace. They were removed from the busyness of the streets and hidden away from the revelry of their fellow guests, and with the tremendous outline of the Eiffel Tower looming beyond Lucy's shoulder, Wyatt couldn't help but feel consumed by the grandness of their surroundings.”

Um...hello, setting the scene AND the mood. I tried to trim this, but I love every line as much as the next, so refuse. You’ll just have to accept my overzealous quotage. It’s just so beautiful and does a perfect job of establishing the beauty and the intimacy of the moment. Stunning.

He leaned into her with a ravenous smirk, then caught her up in a kiss that instantly galloped ahead of them, roaring to life like the smooth purr of a brand new engine.

Figurative. Freaking. Language. Personification and simile and imagery, oh my!

“...into the sloshing hubbub of the wartime soirée...”

I love this with all of my heart. I don’t care if you don’t get the appeal. Shhh. Allow me to absorb it.

“He grinned widely, proud of her for sensing his arrival and somehow feeling even more turned on by her cleverness.”

Yass! This was his reaction during the paperclip scene. That proud little “atta girl” smirk. YES!

This chapter is so beautiful, and you are so precise in capturing the love and the reverence and the relief they feel at being together. I love it sooo much!

“Each shimmering flame came licking up around the wood in hot, angry billows, with ribbons of leaden smoke following after it in evasive wisps.”

This is why I say I’m going to use your writing as a model of effective description. Shhh. Just accept your awesomeness. Shhhhhh. Let me bask in peace.

I adore this chapter SO much. I love that you show that not everything is rainbows and roses even after the relationship is initiated because, hi, reality. And I also love the gentle shots taken at Flynn because...yeah.

This:
“But add in a second jackass - one whom Wyatt had long ago branded as a homicidal psychopath - and the whole thing had gone to shit more than once in the last 12 hours. Not that he was taking any of the blame for how badly he'd handled it all. No, none of this would have happened if someone had listened to him from the get-go. Garcia Flynn had been their enemy for far too long. It was unreasonable to think that throwing him into this situation could have been anything other than a disaster.”

This is so true to character. We all know that Wyatt can be a petulant punk. But we also know that he has a tendency to be hard on himself. So I love that he’s mad about Flynn but also mad at himself for being mad. It’s just SO Wyatt.

"I'm not miserable," he refuted in a tone that probably came across as nothing but miserable. "And what about you? Why aren't you sleeping? Is it your shoulder?"

More Protective!Wyatt. Hey there, handsome. It’s been a paragraph or two since we last met.

Umm:
“Lucy snuck closer yet, her nose touching his for just one breathtaking moment. ‘I don't know. Is it really so embarrassing that you've been upset with me all day? Because that shouldn't be so hard to admit either, should it?’”

The kind-of-sort-of hesitant flirting is giving me eagles in my stomach. YOU know what I mean.

I love that Lucy calls him out on some of his hang-ups here. He needs it.

And then...
Wyatt sighed, wove his fingers through hers with a nod, and worked his way back across the log. "Is that your way of hinting that you want to make out now?"
"It sure wouldn't hurt," she said with a slow grin.

By all means, you two. Have at it. Have s’more. Kissing, I mean. Yeah, I had to go there with the campfire. Sorry.

“And then she was vanishing into her tent, hand still firmly clasped around his wrist, leaving him with no choice but to follow behind her.”

Yasss, Lucy. Get. It. Girl. Get it!