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What do I want to say about this fic! Is it dark? Hell yes! Is it funny? Not the least little bit. Is it sad? No, I don't think so. Most people think that death is sad because they don't want to lose loved ones or they don't want to die themselves. This unfortunately doesn't apply to Marie here. She has no one to love and no one who loves her, just those who want to use her. But she finally in her last moments has found the one person who will show her caring and love by giving her a little of what she has missed in her life and a peaceful death.
What IS sad is that they did not meet sooner, in other circumstances because it is clear that in another time and place, they could have given everything to one another.
OK, so after a delayed bout of tears over this, I finally figured out what I wanted to say. Logan often thinks he doesn't have a heart. He couldn't be more wrong. Could a heartless soul have fed her, cleaned her and even dressed her--right down to her socks--in preparation for her last moments? It was like a funeral director or a coroner caring for the body, because that's all that's left, it's all they CAN do, because the person is already gone. Logan was compassionate enough take the opportunity to show her such care while she could still appreciate it. Absolutely heart-rending... --Wendie
Rarely am I at such a loss for words that I have to rely on other reviews for inspiration, but in this case, I'd like to borrow 'haunting' from Gamma Meta and also let you and her both know that her review made me cry as much as the story did. Those damn socks... *sniff* --Wendie
It was so sad, but so beautiful in some strange way
It was so sad, but so beautiful in some strange way
Oh, Ara. This one was a haunting one. More so, I think, because she was so accepting of it. She was smiling with her hair wet. She enjoyed a new pair of jeans and a full meal. And if she could find pleasure in those things still - but it was because she was going to get her wish. A glass butterfly. They aren't made to last, and you don't want to see them just broken.
Logan seemed like he was unsettled. He doesn't usually interfere in the moral choices of strangers. But she got to him a little. He also seemed to - welcome it a little. The way you remember to savor sadness sometimes...and wistfulness. Beauty. I wonder if there was guilt in him that he knew part of him would enjoy it.
The names - that's what got to me. The smile with wet hair on a freezing breeze. And when he put on her socks.
Whoa, way dark there, ara. But there's also a sense of.....well, sense in it too. In another 'verse, with a slightly older Marie, and a few of the main plot points rearranged; I can definitely see this particular scene going down.
Of course there wouldn't really be a movie then; so H-wood would probably go with the tried and true "I'll protect you, little girl, even though I don't know why I have the urge to" blah, blah, yadda, yadda.
But I like it, for a dark piece, it's a very interesting twist.
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*wrings empty tissue box, goes looking for a towel to cry into*