:chocking back a sob: oh bloody hell, that was brilliant...utterly, utterly brilliant.

I am entirely ashamed to admit that this had me crying- not the quiet, single artistic tear crying, either, but the ow-holy-god-my-soul-hurts crying. And then after I'd gotten myself back together and assured my roommate that a relative hadn't just died and that I was just insane, I wrote an angst poem for my creative writing class about becoming old and just how entirely depressing it is. I kept thinking that I should be happy, that look, they're old men still together after all these years! But god, no. That was just heartbreaking. Even more so (dare I say it?) than Alone On The Water. Guh. I think I might need s

God damn it. God. Just. Damn it.

I'm crying too hard to write a coherent review. Just. Aurgh. This was beautiful. Fuck you. God. Bravo.

Baw.

SO beautiful! Bittersweet and moving. Loved it!

Beautifully done, very powerful. It's a wonderful mix of sad and funny and sweet. I loved the flashback to that turning point conversation: "Don't you want to know why? Don't you want to know who?". Almost always an hour late, yeah, I believe it!

"We're the last, John and I"- this sentence really got me. What we see on screen is their glory days, and they don't last forever. And that's what I'm afraid of, not so much getting weak and slow and saggy but not having certain people with me in the world anymore.

I just love how he gets a case at the end and we don't see him solve it. We leave them engaged and alive. Really fantastic.

I love your work. You have this beautiful way of breaking my heart in your stories, and you've done it again. I adore your pieces because they stay with me and I find myself coming back and rereading them and thinking about them for days, and this is another fine example.

I like this fic with John and Sherlock old together - there are a lot of them out there with one outliving the other, and them growing old together is so sweet, and shows how well they balance each other to have survived this long. Almost as though Sherlock might've gone out in a blaze of glory if John wasn't around to anchor him.

And the words you chose to tell your tale are always so perfect!

"when he tries to lift his right arm to grab onto John — any part of John, just John, he needs to touch John..." His cornerstone. It's just so poignant to me.

And them remembering... they've lived so much, so long. John who thought nothing would ever happen to him...

"Oi. Don't spoil your Christmas present." I love that they can still make jokes in the face of tragedy.

Sherlock pretending he doesn't know John or himself... I think you're right on the mark, that seems like something the detective would do, without understanding the ramifications of his sense of humor.

The realization that they are the last ones... bloody Anthea and even fucking Anderson. That whole funeral scene was perfect. So sharp. It echoes.

And I love the quote you opened up with...

Basically, I just wanted to send you and this fic some love because it really reverberated with me.

I always think they're going to die fantastically together when they're still young in some Moriarty-related incident (or in one of Sherlock's horribly botched experiments). Seeing them after having grown old together is really interesting (not to mention goddamn sweet), but also terribly sad. The melancholy nostalgia pervading the whole fic was lovely but wrenching T_T However, I just love how close they've grown and how they've changed over time enough that the sadness isn't too overwhelming. Nyah, you're amazing.

This probably wasn't the best thing for me to read right now, considering I'm a bit gloom, and I was scared, waiting for you to kill one of them off. But you didn't, and I'd like to thank you big time for that. Nobody wants to see Sherlock out of the action (in more ways than one, hah!).

:) That was lovely, thank you so much for writing it.

Gorgeous. Truly gorgeous.

Oh that was lovely. So well written.

And of course, made me cry.

Thank you.

This is genuinely amazing. I want to cry in the best possible way.

it a really touching story. beautiful. i can't help to read it twice!

My god, this is beautiful. Really touching. Congratulations.

Yeah, this was just really nice.

Beautiful.