One word describes this story perfectly: Amazing!
Author's Response: Thank you!
This was a beautiful fic. I loved the way it oscillated between optimism and grief, mirroring life in its entirety. There were so many lines I loved in the story. These are some of my favorites:
“‘Ted,’ his name slips from your lips, a lone whisper in the early morning breeze that accompanies your path up the hill.”
Because they are my new OTP, :D, and because this line is just so real. Sometimes, we just can’t stop ourselves from uttering the names of those whom we have lost.
“He needs your love, and you are determined to give him all the colours in the world to see the beauty of life.”
Because this ties in so nicely with Tonks’s hair, and the greyness which has now enveloped Andromeda’s life.
“You will never forget the day life and hope returned. As you will never forget that death is inevitable, but still sad for those that are left behind.”
Because this is a great ending. Andromeda had the hardest time of it, didn’t she? Ted, then Dora and Remus…I can’t imagine anyone going through so much pain. It is impossible to think she’d be fully cured of it, and I was impressed with how you left that in instead of going for traditional optimism.
Great work, darling.
Author's Response: Thank you so much, Natalie, dear. Your nice words painted a smile on my face.
This is such a beautiful one-shot! Before I praise it immensely, there was one thing that distracted me a bit in the beginning:
Time has gone by so fast, and you think it has been only yesterday when you last saw her.
To me there's something that sounds a bit awkward about this sentence. I feel like it might sound better if it said “you think it was only yesterday” instead of “it has been.” Just a thought. I really like the beginning, mixing metaphor and reality about greyness and colour.
Another beautiful part is the lines about Ted, Tonks and Remus buried in the “cold, still winter hard earth,” and then “There is nothing left, only sadness.” You use really effective language to convey the sadness there.
You will never forget the day life and hope returned.
I love that ending picture of the sun touching the meadow. Bine, you do a beautiful job in this one-shot of mixing sadness with hope, and I love the pervading image of colour returning. The second-person POV makes the emotion seem more real, somehow. It's very beautiful....I keep using that word, because it's what kept coming to my mind as I read this. Wonderful job!
Author's Response: Thank you for such a lovely review, LiLu. It was my first try in second person and I like how it turned out. It brings tears to my eyes every time I read it, haha. And about the sentence, to be honest, the way I have it sounds more fluent to my ears; then again, I'm no native speaker, so ignore my ramblings lol. Anyway, again, thank you for the review. It made my morning/day. :) *hugs*
This is a beautiful story- brought me to tears. Andromeda is a character that often goes unconsidered when thinking about who was most affected by the war. Your imagery is perfect, and paints a wonderful picture of recovery.
Author's Response: Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
nice job! :)
Author's Response: Thanks.