Wow. What a lovely little hidden gem of a fic.

I think a part of Christine will always be a little lost, a little child-like, a little lost in dreamland. You captured that so eloquently here. I especially loved the part when she compared what she had become with what she thought she would be. Growing up (and I imagine, growing old) is always a little disconcerting like that, and the way you caught that off-balance feeling was truly inspired.

I love with those moments at the piano, you can still taste Erik there, even though he's never once mentioned. I loved how subtle you were about it.

And I loved the phrase: Pandora's box with ivory keys. That's SO perfect.

I followed your name from a review you left. I'm really glad I did. Thanks for this story.

I like it, I really, really do.

It is filled with a soft, sweet sense of sorrow, not of something lost but something denied. And yet it is hopeful-she can perhaps began again.

I am not sure how to express just how good it is. It is balanced and draws us in with its humanity not sensationalism.

P.S. I don't really want it to go EC

wierd, I know, but I'm kind of stuck with this book mentality that he died.