Boychild. - Comments

OH. MY. GOD.
I wanted to cry....pooor Eric, but Whip saved him...
It would be cool to see a followup, maybe like a five years from now or something, showing how they evolved or something

i know its a oneshot but please right more it was amaizing =D

Wow.
...Wow.

I'm not entirely sure what to say to that. It was amazing. So full of emotion...
Andreas <3
Fantastic (:

Oh my god.
This was exactly the sort of thing I love reading, (although that probably makes me sound a bit odd. xD) but I love emotional stories, and this one was just full of it. And as said already, it was just so realistic. So perfectly written, and the dialouge between Andreas and Eric in bed was just beautiful.

"“Kept going and telling me I was so pretty. The prettiest... prettiest little thing he'd ever seen, and I was just like his daughter.”" this line absoloutely haunted me and sent shivers down my spine. It was just...god. You want to actually kill the people who have done this to him, and the way you even included like his daughter was just...gosh. You're so good with words and so good at making the situation just unimaginable (like it would be.)

And the ending was fantastic. Because...you didn't end it with roses and cotton candy and nice things. Eric's situation hadn't really been improved, all he'd done is tell his story to someone else, but the last lines had hope in. Maybe only a teeny glimmer of it, but it was still there.

I wish I could give you a better comment than this, because this deserves it, but wow. You dealt with the issue perfectly. Well done.

Oh wow. I'm not quite sure what to say. It's just... it's so well written. You were worried about pulling it off, and you managed to do it. Nothing to be worried about. There aren't cliches, there aren't disgusting details, everything is written so... realistically? I'm not sure, I can't quite express myself. This is touchy subject, and I think you wrote it beautifully. And I love how the story revolves around the word 'boychild', in a way.

You're amazingly talented, dear.

oh my god.... I can't speak, or, write, I'm just... oh my.... I'm crying so bad and I'm in m science class... This was, intense and painful and oh... god, I can't function right now..