Red,
This story is a fanfic classic (for me, and a lot of others, I'm sure).
I read a comment attached to another story and don't recall who said it (sorry) but it said, in effect, that the story didn't just tug at the heartstrings, it knitted them into an afgan with fringe.
That is so very true here, too. After reading, and rereading and rerereading, I just read the ending of this story and was entirely captured by its magic again. (This isn't just about my memory, though that may be a factor in other things] Sometimes. a fic so captures the essence of Moonlight and the heart of the characters we all love, that revisiting it just does not get old. It will continue to wreak havoc with my heartstrings as often as I read it.
And I will be reading it again.
I should analyze it carefully, and see what writing lessons I can glean from it, but at the moment, I sit here with a nose totally blocked and ears partially blocked and face red and puffy from crying. I don't know if I could survive a long-term study of it.
To say 'beautifully done; is absolutely true, but is entirely insufficient.
I have read some wonderful fics you have written and thought, there is no way she can top that, and you do on a regular basis.
Thank you for keeping the magic alive.

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