Darcy should not have given in to the uncouth bitch Mrs Bennet. Fucked up eriters

Once again I have reread this story (at least 20 times !) I find it moving, so true in its clinical description of depression, a great success.

Beautiful.

Elizabeth and Darcy need each other, and her desperation, her understanding that he is almost drowning too, her begging for connection, are giving me hope.

Everything is becoming more tangible.

Helping others helps heal (although, this hasn't worked for Darcy as of yet) and hopefully brings them together.

The shard of Julia amongst the needles of the Matlocks are no contest against loyal Darcy.

I "favourited" this story a while ago, but haven't offered reviews until now because I felt my words couldn't measure up, not that they need to, but this story is almost corporeal for me. These Circles of Darcy, of kin and responsibility, with the Scottish tones, and the darkness towards the rims, ring true for me.

So atmospheric.

This is such a visual story - the lime trees as witches fingers, drawing letters in the winter sky, and the colours, of course, against the grey - like paintings, evoking emotional responses.

Elizabeth's desperate declaration that she will be happy is heartbreaking. The final chapter sentence builds hope.

His despair, her facade, they are in parallel.

You've placed us right with her, in the grey, in her depression. Powerful opening and wrapping sentences.

Screwed up story

This was amazing. I loved the angst and the eventual reconciliation.