I usually like storys with more dialogue but since this is so nicely written I made an exception. :P

Thank you for sharing!

Hmph. Can you be a writer for NCIS, please? Because this..this little scene..BLAH. September 21 cannot come quickly enough. I have to drown my days in NCIS fanfictions. This was beautiful and your word usage is impeccable and just..wow. Good job :]

I like it.

Wow, you're one of the very few people here, who can write in such a beautiful way,

it knocks the breath out of me.

Thanks for posting )

Hm...

Interesting.

I like how Tony kinda went back to his old self at the end. YAY!

-Alex/Jenny

Love this! Like how it starts off sad but ends a lot happier! Favorite lines are:

"She meets his gaze - she squints in the glare - but she meets his gaze and holds it unflinching and true."

and

"He sees her under the same tree, hours, days, weeks later, and suddenly later is not days and weeks but months and years and he watches her remain unchanged and he never blinks, not once."

Oh good this is letting me review now. I really, really, really liked the abstract quality of this. I feel every time I reread this I'll pick up different things. I also enjoyed the un-definition of the relationship, if that makes sense. Favoriting!

Aw, that was so sad and so sweet and so ah and I will kill someone if this happens in the show!

However, in your world, it does work very well and still is very sad. I'll most definitely visit you in your little world. As long as there is chocolate.

"She stands in the shadow of the tree on that perfect day in September, and the light rains down around them, and they are bathed in kissing bruises."

"And he doesn’t try to change her mind, he doesn’t try to stop her. Even though with every step he realises more and more, even though the movement of her body – away from him, away from him – breaks his heart. He doesn’t say a word."

"...and they meet eyes – blue, brown, hazel – over his head, and they say nothing, because it’s your own fault is just too heartless."

"Probably not, he decides, because I am forgettable, and if I’m not, then people want me to be." I do so hate it when you see right through people as if they are transparent, because there, sometimes I think I find myself.

"He cannot forget himself, and so he doesn’t."

"He can lean his head back and watch the light filter down and everything is gone from him, if only for a moment."

"She watches him a little, and then closes her eyes and tries to sleep. She does not dream." They seem to be stuck forever in their own observation rooms.

"They meet again in a September, under the golden leaves, and they look out across the rest of the world and they do not speak for so long. He does not look at her as he says it.

“I understand, now. Ani mevin.”

She is quiet for the longest time, then turns away from the sun. Large dark eyes and a softer face, shorter hair. The voice is hoarser, quieter. She sounds as though she speaks rarely.

“I know you do.”

“I didn’t get it, back then.”

“I know.” She sniffs, slow, and gazes out at the park, the grass, the happy families that are not hers. The colours are so stark. They do not bleed. She does not break.

“Could you come back to it? To us, to me, to everything? Do you think that would ever be possible?”

And she gives him the honest reply. She doesn’t know. For the millionth time in her life, she doesn’t know the answer." I tried, I really tried to pick only one or two lines from this whole section, but I CAN'T. Okay, I didn't really try.

"She smiles, and it pools in her gaze, flickering and true. “The way I remember, it began with phone sex.”" Ah. Need I say more?

"A smirk, green eyes, a beating heart. “Well, if you insist...” he calls, over his shoulder, as he walks away from her." Just like he always was.

"They do not let go. Nothing more is needed. They walk towards the rest of the world, towards the glittering city. She does not look back."

You capture so much emotion, so much truth in your stories. You see things most would miss, and things most would look away from because it is not beautiful. But here, you find it. You find the beauty in the ugly, in the troubled and bruised. It takes courage to do that.

Beautiful, beautiful writing...very poignant. This was my favorite:

"The leaves are green in July, so vivid and sharp they hurt his eyes but they’re just too beautiful to resist. The earth under the sun is hot and dry, crumbles in his fists, but beneath the tree it is cool and moist. He can lean his head back and watch the light filter down and everything is gone from him, if only for a moment."

Thanks for sharing!

A nice little piece. It would take Tony a little while to understand.

Amazing! Love it hardcore )

good story as always.

Sorta sad, but good. Nice job