I'm sure I have an opinion...somewhere, but it just won't come out, cause I have to think about all the things you decided to throw at me, all at once.
First of all it's rare to see Gustav/Bill, which is why I cling to every one i find. Next, it's rare to see mature fiction on this site, because most writers either don't have the life experience to write one or just like to dwell in fluff, because it's an escape from reality.
The definition you gave to liberty and its consequences if it's overused, let's say, can be applied to my entire generation, for 99% of the people I know. My mom keeps telling me that I have no idea what liberty means because i've never not had it (she lived in the communist regime. I was born right after it.), I treat it too lightly and I have no idea what to do if i'm left alone with it, so to speak.
Rebeliousness for rebeliousness' sake is just too often seen nowadays, because people no longer have what to strive for; they already have everything and when you have everything you're just as miserable, if not even more, then when you don't.
Maturity is pushed as far away as possible, and anything that isn't 'fun' to do is considered not worth doing. We push boundaries for everything, not knowing that we might, at one point, hit a wall and not know what to do from that moment on.

You have every right to love this fic. It's gorgeous and it makes you think.

Author's Response: Thank you so much for this review. As you probably have read in my A/N ( or not :) ) I value every review I receive on this fic twice as much as any other review, because this fic was so incredibly important to me when I wrote it. I had to get this huge frustration and disappointment ( and fear!) out of my system. Bill made me so angry! And the way this fic came to be, the ease with which it just flowed out of my pen...well, this will always remain a very fond memory. As for your thoughts on how people are today, I have to agree unfortunately. I'm 28, and I feel so different from people 5-6 years younger than me as if I came from another planet. They puzzle me and scare me a bit. Sometimes I wonder if it's only me, if I'm too uptight or something, but then other times I just cringe at the thought that had I been born a decade later, I'd belong to their generation. (okay, now I officially sound like a pensioner...I hope I didn't offend you though.) Whatever. I can't thank you enough for sharing your thoughts on this fic and I'm so glad you found it worth your while. thank you!!!

god i remember reading this a long time ago and i don't think i reviewed then. but i will now. because this story had such an impact on me then and i really can't remember why i didn't let you know that. i love this story and i hate it. its sad. its so damn unhappy. but i feel its so necessary and so true of some relationships, of some people. i actually just ended a really long relationship with someone i still care very much about; they just weren't at the same place i was. he reminds me very much of bill here and i feel a lot like gustav...and a bit like a jerk. thank you so very much for this.

Author's Response: Thank you for taking time to review it this time. I treasure each and every review I get for this story, it's very important to me. Yes, it's sad and painful like a punch in the guts, but I had issues when I wrote it, I mean with Bill and the band and I just had to write this. Thank you again. :)