Dear Anon, that was beautiful. I especially enjoyed the scene with River and Rory simply because they had far too little interaction onscreen, and because this line was such a perfect encapsulation of Rory's character: " Rory wasn't made by a centurion outside a box. That lone, distant silhouette is but an otherworldly projection of the little boy who knelt by the side of two reckless, restless girls everytime they fell, not giving up when they pushed him away."

-- but the entire fic was lovely, and it was wonderful to see all of those lost moments. Thank you for writing and sharing.