Red Wine Sundays - Comments

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I love the way you write! And I automatically started to feel all sad and stuff, and really connect with the characters! Not many people can do that very well. And I'm not one to comment on layouts really, but the layout seemed to set the mood really well
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This is beautiful!!! <3

This story was so amazing. Better than anything I've read in a while. You're so talented! I don't even like fan fic, but I loved this so much.

holy shit i havent read anything from this fandom in a long time but this was amazing, god if i took the time to quote every line that made me have to stop and just pause for a second it'd be the entire fucking one shot. this was great, i wish it was more than just one chapter man

You are so talented it hurts me, in my soul. I just don't have the words to describe my feelings for this story. None, except pain and tears.

WHAT. WHAT. AHHHH. FEELINGS. AHHHH. Seriously though, you have a gift. (It's called making people cry.) Whatever you write, happy or sad, it's gorgeous. On a side note, I love What...'s comments/analysis. Always accurate and makes me laugh. KNIVES OF EMOTION.

Holy shit.
This was just incredible.
I'm sobbing.

IT'S TRAGIC AND I CAN'T TAKE IT YOU DID IT AND IT'S TWO THOUSAND WORDS AND I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

Brendon drinks red wine from plastic mugs on Sunday mornings and laughs at jokes that aren’t funny because people deserve that. People deserve nice things, nice people, to not have their promises broken.

It's like I can feel how much he wants people to have nice lives.

Brendon wears bracelets and pink hoodies and smiles at strangers on the bus even when his heart is breaking. He's so self sacrificial, cause he loves I just love him for it

Brendon won’t ever forget the whoosh of air leaving Jon’s lungs, or the way it sounds like he had stopped breathing when he says, “Give me 12 hours.”

And that's how you just know that he still loves Spencer, and you didn't say it, but you did

“I love him,” he whispers. It’s taken him until the freeway exit to say it, and the words feel weighted down with miles and miles of nothing.

You're gonna make me cry Tracy, he's so hopeless.

Brendon says, “I’m not sorry.”
Cause he's doing the right thing even though it hurts

Brendon plays the last few days out in his head, lying in bed with a bottle of Coors clutched in his hand like a rosary.

That's so beautiful I don't think you understand what you're doing to me.

“I want to sleep,” he whispers to the ceiling, and prays for something like faith.

I love how those two things go together, like they're connected and he's putting religion into things because he doesn't have anything to believe in anymore, which may just be me reading in, BUT PLEASE DON'T DISILLUSION ME YOU MADE IT SO BEAUTIFUL

“I brought you flowers,” he announces, his voice skillfully disguising the way his eyes burn. “Tulips.”

TULIPS

He buys fresh flowers for Spencer every second day; the kind that Brendon would buy his grandmother. They manage to coax a smile out of Spencer anyway.

CRYING. TEARS. HERE THEY ARE. YOU CAN HAVE THEM. LORD JESUS.

“It’s like you’re still right here,” he says, his voice muffled in the scratchy sheets.

“I am still right here.”

“Not for long.”

WHAT. Like that point where they can't lie to themselves anymore. My god I can't take it

Brendon misses days when they were kids in a band; kids in love.

You make me miss them too, even though they aren't mine.

Jon takes him home and follows him into the shower, fucks him against the sink, presses kisses against his cheek until Brendon’s sobs have turned into sighs and they fall onto Brendon’s bed.

Like they're trying to move on and he isn't gone yet.

“Ryan,” Brendon chokes out, and then they’re crying.

If anything, Brendon has learned it’s a lot easier to be sad when it’s with someone else.

STABBING ME WITH KNIVES OF EMOTION

Brendon feels Ryan’s body start to tremble, and he doesn't know if it's grief or guilt or hopelessness. He grips the sleeves of his jacket and doesn’t try to let go.

*insert wail of emotion*

“It’s like everything has come full circle,” Spencer had mouthed into his hair, pressing himself deeper into Brendon, pushing until Brendon couldn’t make out where he ended and Spencer began; his flatmate, his best friend, his almost-lover.

RIGHT IN THE FEELINGS

“He’s fucking. He’s leaving us,” Ryan whispers,

Ryan is so lost and young and he doesn't understand

“What’s… what’s going to happen now?”

FUCKEN FUCKEN FUCK WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME

Ryan Ross was the love of Brendon’s life but the most destructive thing he promised he would never do to himself again.

They're both hopeless I wanna cry

“Don’t go Jon,”

“Oh Spencer, Spencer. I’m not. Oh god.”

SO THIS IS HOW I DIE

Jon is alone with Spencer when he dies.

I feel like that's right though

Tears burn his cheeks. He’s never felt so cold in his life.

It's a Sunday.

Refer to Rachelle as to what to put as my epitaph.

I'M SO DONE TRACY. You did such a good job, I feel like I just watched him die and my heart is deflating.

Oh Tracy...I don't think I've ever read something so utterly tragic in my life. I want to cry, but I think this sucked my emotions out kind of like this

Brendon won’t ever forget the whoosh of air leaving Jon’s lungs, or the way it sounds like he had stopped breathing.

The interweaving relationships and all the layers of complication was just beautiful. So beautiful and sad.

Ryan Ross was the love of Brendon’s life but the most destructive thing he promised he would never do to himself again.

Ung. Seriously. That was just perfect. Oh Ryan, oh Brendon. So many feelings. And all the description was so appropriate. It added so much.

Spencer and Jon almost got the tears out of me. I think that's the most love I've felt from something of yours. Love in death. It was so terribly depressing but lovely at the same time.

Once again, your final line is spectacular

One of my favourites of yours, Tracy.