Breathing
No quote from Shakespeare, Walt Whitman or anyone else could describe what I felt. Todd loved him, and that was it.
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Girl. 22. Blue eyes. Brown hair. ✖✖✖ Walk away and barely breathing, as I'm lying on the floor. Take my heart, as you're leavi...
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“If I'm not mistaken, this is one of the few fanfics about Dead Poets Society on Nyah!. It made me sad to know that there were so few! ...But after reading this story, I can say it's worth thousands. Despite being short, the story manages to convey the same feeling that the film brings: of being embraced by poetry. After crying because of the film, I found myself crying because of this story too. The fic manages to portray in detail all the feelings that the film gives you about the boys, Todd and Neil. The same tenderness and attention, the same loneliness, melancholy and longing. I'm extremely happy to have found a story like this, which brought to life a couple that always made my heart flutter while at the same time not losing the spirit of the film. In fact, it's as if it were a lost scene, but never shown. I highly recommend this fanfic for anyone who was touched by the original story, and misses the emotions they had when coming into contact with it, and for anyone who has always wanted to see more of the affection between Todd and Neil.”
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