Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: This seems like an intriguing sequel that you've got here for another story which I haven't read so sorry if I miss something and the first person POV's get some interesting thoughts across. However, its a little confusing at the center point where it appears to change to another person that I can't quite figure out the connection with.
Anyway let's get right to it,
Amberline had been right all along, though I hated to admit it, and to finally talk to Daniel like the woman I should be took a great deal of courage. First I thought he’d find me ridiculous, laughable even. Or maybe he’d be insulted, maybe he had never been interested at all, and it was all a fantasy belonging to the vanity of my imagination? And then I stopped, comb in hand in front of the mirror, and looked at myself. If he could have seen me when he met me first, what would have gone through his mind? My skin was so anaemic these days, my eyes ringed with dark circles, so amount of clever make-up application could completely hide. My cheeks pinched and gaunt, from that feeling of hunger I’d put aside all my life. I was black and white, like a silhouette.
Oh dear well that is quite the start. It looks like our main character is going through quite some problems right there. We'll interested to see how all of that ends up panning out.
I arrived at the One Eyed Cat early, and selected a small table by the window, in case I saw him and changed my mind, decided my courage had only been a figment of my imagination, a ghost emotion provided for by a ghost’s advice. But when I finally saw Daniel, I felt nothing but relief. My heart pounded like a trapped bird, but my head felt washed over with a cool wave. I called over a waiter, and ordered a pot of coffee for the two of us. When Daniel arrived, I met him at the door, and put my shaking hand in his.
Well that's nice...went a let better than I was expecting it to...I love the little touch of the shaking hand.
“God that was a good idea, you’ll have to forgive my manners, I had such a late one last night!” He dives straight for the cafetiere, and loads about five sugars in his small cup.
That appears an irresponsible amount of sugar.
”Not at all… John never emerges from backstage other than to slip his opium dealer a few wads of cash, but nothing much has changed for me. The show is different of course, we can’t call it The Ghostlight anymore, people only complained and said it wasn’t right now you were gone…”
Oooh now that is pretty interesting I feel like it probably connects to some other piece that you mentioned earlier so having not read those I'm probably missing out on references.
After I lost my sight, I felt like in some way I was freer than I had ever been. I felt free from my father’s expectations of me, he saw me now only as a failed and broken man, or if anything, not really as a man at all. I felt free from the constraints of trying to follow a career I could never succeed in, and now with only a little more practice and determination could I really excel musically, in the way I had always dreamed of. I was free from the war, and returned home, permanently. I was free from my unhappy marriage, as when I found three weeks after I was returned, like a broken parcel returned to sender, my wife had taken all the gifts I had lavished upon her, and left me to go back to her family.
Well...that was happy...also sad?? Makes you feel some interesting things that paragraph although it is worrying that it seems to change to a different person completely or am I just not understanding as well as I should.
Of course I had regrets. These days I mainly regretted that I could not look on Cameo’s face. Understandably, beauty was no object to me, simply a form of vain expression to ensure that other people saw me in a favourable light, and in some cases to invoke their envy. As much as I would have loved to see her features, beautiful as I imagined them, it was the simple fact that I could not see her expressions that unnerved and worried me. In fact, the closer we became, the more it worried me.
Okay so it is a different person that is connected to the story but I am not able to really make that out so a little worrying there.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall its a fun little story and it had some interesting bits scattered in there. I might try to track down the pieces that its related to if I ever get around to doing that.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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