Stained. - Comments

All of these have made me cry. EVERY FU**ING TIME

I don't know.
I just can't.
How do I even form words on how amazing this is? This is now my all time favorite fan-fic and I'll be spamming it as much as I can. Gah! You're distracting me from homework!

Unbelievably gorgeous. My heart is sitting in my throat...x

i love this song so very much, and this was a beautiful...depiction of it. <3

this is so incredibly beautiful<3

<3 Beautifully written

Hi! Thank you very much for entering this in my contest and thank you for getting your entry in on time, I really appreciate it. Now, on with the story. (:

First off, I love the layout. I'm a huge fan of contrast between huge titles and tiny fonts but I can never pull it off right. It also set the appropriate mood for the story, I believe.

Holy. Fuck. That was absolutely breathtaking. You have such an absolutely amazing way with words. This entire piece was so, so sad but you just made the entire thing sound so wonderfully beautiful. That last line made my heart break; it was such a wonderful way to incorporate the song as well. I did notice one thing that I thought may have been an oversight;

. Even Frank's mom found peace, and I feel like I'm the only one still holding on, still bleeding from a gaping, unbearable chest wound. Throughout the piece, Gerard is speaking to Frank using you but then that happened. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate or an oversight, so I thought I should bring it up. But anyways; this piece was beautifully depressing and you used the song lyrics well, which gives you another round of points. Once again, thank you for entering this in my contest. (:

You're a genius.

"This basement is my hell, and there's no vacancy. I take the gun in my left hand and feel it's weight, hard pressed against my own. I was supposed to be bringing a message, but I just can't seem to fight any longer. We were supposed to fight it to the end, but you're end reached all too soon. My body tenses as I feel the gun's coolness on my temple, and then I relax. Pulling the trigger, I wonder if there's anyone who can bother to hear it, to see the corpse lying limp on the bed.

Because I just can't live for late dawns and early sunsets anymore."

How can you make something so sad sound so beautiful?

This was by far one of my favorites. It just was sooo beautifully tragic and the last line and just everything was pure perfection

The last line, made this story. Absolutely perfection.

...there's no room in this hell
and Gerard, you idiot, there isn't any room in the next either.

This is beautiful. I cried. <3

I try to draw, to paint, to write. Hell, I even try to sing songs that I used to give you lullabies with. But you're not here to hold at night, no 'more, please' escapes your lips. You were always the life of a party, of a movement, of a declaration. Now there aren't any of these things, we just stare at each other and feel the gray of it all. And I feel bitter, and tired. It seeps through my bones and I can't get it out, I'm all filled up with lead and leaking batteries.

Okay so at that paragraph I teared up :/ I just love how poetically tragic you are, I really do. And yeah this totally had me sobbing because I was listening to a really sad song by Snow Patrol at the same time.

The last line had to be the best though, I mean it just ended the whole thing perfectly.
Unholy talent, you have unholy talent xD
<3
Lovee you wifeeey :D

That was so sad and so beautiful. I just...I can't. You find the most poetic ways to write the saddest, messed up things. I love it.