This story has been on my 'tracked' list for more than a year. I'm a fan of your writing but I couldn't bring myself to read it for some reason: whether it was because it was twenty-six chapters long and unfinished, that the summary was too vague and uncomfortably angst-ridden for what I wanted to read at the time, I'm not sure.

Last night I gave in and started reading it... and didn't stop, except to sleep and then started again this morning until I finished.

It was in some ways, what I had feared and loved. The writing carried along the same prevailing feeling Bill has about himself - that something dark was waiting, lurking, ready to take away everything he didn't dare to dream about. The tension was perfect and was so easy to visualise it as a sightly art-house film.

I read someone's comment about this story being stolen and hope that it wasn't true or that at least a stop had been put to it. You deserve all credit for this and I really hope that you combat your writer's block and finish this work.

Of all the ironies, Bill's life is still in limbo and I dream of a happily ever after for him and Tom.

I'm thinking Bill has a Disease.. of An addiction.

We need a new chapter!

Hi, I just wanted to thank you and say a few things that I thought I should. First, I'm sorry that someone stole it, it must really suck to have something like that happen, but don't give up, this is truly amazing.

Second, I read this almost nonstop a few days ago and identified immensely with it. I'm a big believer of things happening in our lives for a reason, and I bumped into this while searching for something that caught my attention among the Recent Stories and I confess that, more than anything, the image of a white-haired Bill in the banner had a great part in stirring my neverending curiosity.

Thing is I have a friend who's going through a case similar to Bill’s and was exactly at the pessimist phase of earlier on in the story. I gave up trying to convince him to make an account to read it himself, but gave up after he told me for the 20th time that his English sucks – which is not exactly true, but there was no way convincing him otherwise. Anyway, although it's not finished, I printed it and left it on his bedroom, knowing that since he's even more curious than me, he'll give up sometime and give it a try.

Well, earlier today I got a call from his brother telling me that he read it, cried his heart and soul out, but is now decided to take hold of a more positive (or much less negative) perspective of things. So I'd really like to thank you for putting yourself in this and sharing it.

Just wanted to share this with you and thank you again and let you know that you have a growing fan community down here who's cheering for you to get better and for your "bads" to wear off at least a little! Lots of love! ^^

Author's Response: Oh wow. This is... this is just... entirely surprising yet very uplifting. I am so, so incredibly pleased that this could help someone... wow. I am so glad to hear this... I don't even have words right now... just... thank you!

Its so sweet :) really touched a spot there

Author's Response: :D Thanks!

Wow. AWESOME CHAPTER!!

I was so scared that something would happen to Bill but now I'm glad everything seems to have gone by so smoothly.

Thank you for writing this beautiful story!

Author's Response: :D Thanks!

Oh my, good luck with the new meds. I hate getting new prescriptions, nver know how severe the side effects will be for me, and I've never even needed anything mood altering before. Good luck with that.

Beautiful chapter. I didn't realize they allowed visitors in Recovery. I mean, I have vague inredibly fuzzy memories of my mom being in there, but I was 6, and I think I was calling for her or something. So as I've gotten older, I kind of assumed it was an exception thing. If you're wondering, I had several surgeries including a kidney transplant by the time I was 8. But any way. I don't know about lung surgeries or anything, so I wont doubt anything else.

This was a really good chapter. Tom did seem a little extra depressed this chapter though. PLease don't let him go into a too deep a spiral.

That was a really beautiful speech Bill gave at his final show. I love that he allowed himsef to cry.

I thought it was kind of odd that Tom was shovelling the hospital drive way. Or did I misread something? But I do like that he was trying to occupy himself instead of just sitting around worrying.

I'm so pleased Bill is looking to the brght side of things now that he has made it through the surgery.

This was awonderful chapter all over. I can't wait to see where you take this story next. Keep up the lovely work, and again, good luck with the new pills.

Author's Response: After my surgery I was allowed one guest at a time. It's all very dependent of the hospital rules; it varies. :-) Especially in smaller towns, they're more accepting to people visiting in for short visits.

I think he'll be okay! Also, Tom's a landscaper remember? :-) He was doing a hospital job at the time Bill was put into the hospital.

Thank you very much!

I can't believe it still, tbh, but hopefully seeing that will kick this stupid writer's block away from me and I can work on some of my older fics now! Thank you so much though sweetie, I've always had your support and here I am lending you mine! I love these two and don't want to let them go!

Author's Response: I am suffering WB too; started anti-depressants and feel like even worse shit. Sucks... anyway, good job again. WB will be kicked away soon. :3

I am very pleased to see you working on this again. great chapters, i can't wait for more!

Author's Response: Thank you warmly!

wow! what a beautiful story =)

Author's Response: Thanks!