So I've read this twice now, and it hurt just as much the second time, oh god. It's so tragic! THEY'RE ALL SO SAD. And this scene:
Arthur shifts his gun out of the way and looks up at Eames to say something smug. Eames laughs again and doesn't let go, and doesn't let go, and the two of them hang there with the setting sun shining on them through half-broken twenty-story windows, drifting slowly through the air and watching each other.
THEY HAVE SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER, WREAKING HAVOC AND FALLING IN LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IS SO PERFECT AND YET IT'S NOT BECAUSE IT'S TOO LATE. Before they even started, it was too late! jk;ladfsk
Augh, this is beautiful. The whole thing. Excuse me, I must go have a little cry again! And perhaps read some curtain!fic (where no one is dead). Thank you for writing this, you are amazing. ♥
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Arthur shifts his gun out of the way and looks up at Eames to say something smug. Eames laughs again and doesn't let go, and doesn't let go, and the two of them hang there with the setting sun shining on them through half-broken twenty-story windows, drifting slowly through the air and watching each other.
THEY HAVE SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER, WREAKING HAVOC AND FALLING IN LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IS SO PERFECT AND YET IT'S NOT BECAUSE IT'S TOO LATE. Before they even started, it was too late! jk;ladfsk
Augh, this is beautiful. The whole thing. Excuse me, I must go have a little cry again! And perhaps read some curtain!fic (where no one is dead). Thank you for writing this, you are amazing. ♥