Love. It comes and goes. When it leaves, only broken hearts can follow.
This fic is so depressingly honest and true to life. Catharsis through fear and pity, in less than a thousand words.
This is all such a perfect description of the Minerva I have in my head, and here she's just … well, slightly horrifying, seen through the eyes of a lover who no longer loves.
I so love the focus on the little details that give one the big picture of a love affair unravelling, yarn by yarn, as they often seem to.
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