A good old Heavy/Medic sadfic by our buddy Skooth.
(If Alzheimer’s upsets you, skip this one.)
Oh hey this is making rounds again.
i still don’t really get why this is so popular, honestly. i mean it’s flattering but i threw it together in like half an hour.
I can’t say why anyone else likes it because I don’t read minds, but this is why I’m fond of it:
- It takes a different angle to telling us about a love story. We see it only from the outside, decades into the future. New perspectives in fiction are always attractive; they give us someone else’s side to a story that we already know.
- It’s concise. Not that sprawling epics aren’t great, but it has punch. It’s an anecdote about learning compassion that, in its brevity, cuts deeply. Each word has a feeling of intent. Each detail here means something. Everything here is here for a reason.
- It strikes a balance between things said and things unsaid. We don’t know much about our narrator. We don’t know much about the relationship between this Heavy and his Medic: how exactly it began, how it ended, the thousand thousand moments that flesh out a relationship. We see one moment near the end of a life, and it shines a light on what could have happened before then. We’re left to imagine what did happen, and one of the great powers of writing is knowing how much to leave up to the reader’s imagination. This piece strikes a good balance between what it tells/shows us and what it leaves up to our imaginations.
- It’s a meditation on the power of memory to touch us. That’s a thing we all feel something about.
In addition I am a sap and love anything Heavy/Medic.
For real though this is like the only fic to almost make me cry that is an accomplishment.