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Well. That was bittersweetly meta. Still, we can always book more performances in other stories.
It's funny that you talk about habitual use of the present tense, as this story is in the present tense as well. And yet that somehow makes the deep aura of nostalgia, of the bittersweet endings of cherished parts of being a teenager, hit even harder. Perhaps this story is the come down, but I can still feel the high, just on the tip of my tongue, sliding out of reach.
Hm. Yeah...
Even the synopsis hurt to read, but it was a wholesome, necessary, nourishing pain. This was great, thanks for sharing.
This is good. I'm not sure where the downvotes are coming from, but fuck 'em.
I think endings are garbage in the I hate to say goodbye kinda way, especially when you've invested so much of yourself into something that it's become a part of you, but this doesn't really read like a hard goodbye. More like an affirmation of what's already been settled, or a slow rolling stone finally come to rest.
Less This is it and more Oh, it's already over.
Painful in an aching way that's easy to ignore.
But one goodbye does not preclude another hello. I for one can't wait to attend their reunion concert forty years from now when they're all fifty eight and think they've still got it. Being who they are they probably do.
Briefly, dude, you write their relationship so well. I've probably (definitely) said this before, but the way you instill character in dialogue and play them off each other is so fun to read. You let them digress just enough to splash a little personality into the narrative, but circle them back around in a believable way that feels natural and organic. Like the story is alive, not constrained but free growing.
You're a gardener, man. And you're good at it.
This was a nice story. The main section of the fic feels fine as you're reading it, but then you reach the ending segment and somehow you already feel nostalgic for those times. I can't help but wonder if this story connects to Roaring Twenties.