oKAY YOU CAN STOP THE PAIN
REALLY
YOU CAN
WHY AM I READING YOUR STUPID FICS THAT ARE FILLED WITH PAIN AND MISERY

Oh boy. That was so perfectly bittersweet. I could see him in my head in all of those different stages. Very good job capturing his grief!

no.
no, fucking, fuck, shit NO;
bull fucking shit paula
fuck off
with this piece
this piece can go suck a popsicle
no
just
stahp
it's
painful to read
i'm cRYING
anD USUALLY THAT'D BE A GOOD THING
(?)
but JOHNLOCK AND WHY YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

THE HOLE IN MY HEART WHERE JOHNLOCK WAS RIPPED FROM BY THE BBC WAS JUST MADE CONSIDERABLY BIGGER BY THIS FIC.

there's a massive lump in my throat now and asdfghjkl.

this was beautiful paula — despite how heartbreaking it was.

the section about when John is livid just broke me completely and the line about the lamp just hit me really hard. argh.

you write angst perfectly.

(apologises for this incoherent review, by the way — JUST FEELS)

Awww damn. Why did you do this to me? Why? I can't urgh handle gahhhh oh god. I went through the same thing when my brother told me to watch Sherlock. To be fair, though, he warned me that I would hate absolutely everyone who ever made the Reichenbach Fall because of the feelings it gives. He was right.

This was short but oh so good! You captured John's reaction to the 'death' so well. And all I can say is: sobsobsobsob

Fuck, Paula.

This is everything - and more - than I hoped it would be. I feel as though this should be a success on mine and Laura's part, but...this much /pain/ can never be labelled "success."

THAT LAST BIT

(Sometimes, John Watson is busy, and excited, and annoyed, and Sherlock is laughing, or thinking, or incessantly talking, and they are happy.

The sky is bright and the air is fresh and the cases are thrilling. Everything is perfect, everything is right.

John wakes up sweating.

Everything is different now.)

THAT FECKING PARENTHESES

YOUR FECKING WRITING

How can you so often reduce me to a sobbing wreck? Like, I don't understand it. No one else can. But your sentences and metaphors and repetition and brackets and /everything/ kills me inside. AND IT'S REICHENFEELS ALL OVER AGAIN

Thank you so much. I love you.

You ripped out my heart, here. Do you know that? You ripped it out and shredded it. ALL BECAUSE OF THE FEELS! LIke seriously, I need something to mend my broken and beaten heart. AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. *coughs*

Ahem. Sorry. Anyways. Just this. No words can describe how wonderful this is.

I liked the sections and how different they are, but yet, how similiar they are too. It's each of the emotions that Sherlock inflicts on John and I think you protrayed them excellently.

Though, I do wonder why "Questions" was capitalized throughout. I couldn't figure that out.

The last part broke my heart. Because we know that it's just a dream. (Until Sherlock comes back).

Lovely, dear. Just plain lovely.

PAULA.
PAULAPAULAPAULAPAULA I CAN'T.
I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW THAT I HATE YOU BECAUSE I'M SOBBING AND I CAN'T EVEN.
AND I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT "PROPER" LOOKS LIKE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE THIS.
DAMMIT SHERLOCK DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO HIM?
DAMMIT PAULA DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME?

/Questions/.
That.
Can't even.

The last section broke me. I'm broken now. I can't. I'm putting Reichenbach in my DVD player right now. Because. Because I need to remind myself that THIS WILL END.

AND YOU QUOTED MY FAVORITE SHERLOCK LINE.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU? If we weren't already married I think I'd propose.

the MPwSsswwgtPRa movement? EPIC. SUCCESS.

Oh wow. That is the most incredible grief writing I have ever read. When I finished watching Reichenbach I just lay around and sobbed for a few days. Anyway keep writing!

Well this was really terrible in that it brought up all my old FEELS again...thanks so much. I'd say you summed up John's life pretty well "after". Something to be said for immediate late night grief writing. Well done. Looking forward to more of your stuff. Care to try a sick-fic?