Reason Why I Like Henhae #9001: He Dreamed of Paradise, Then Proceeded to Find it.
Title: The Smallest Hours
Author: Petitsos @livejournal.com
Pairing: Henhae
Rating: R
Summary: Henry leaves obnoxious notes all over Europe.
I legitimately had to stop reading at certain moments and blink the tears away.
Before I really get into the review, though, let me start off by saying that I have a certin bias towards 1) the length of this fic, 2) the time-switches, 3) ALL OF THE HENHAE, 4) the use of Henry Lau as an important character in general (there really isn’t enough of him in the fandom, imho), and 5) Europe as a backdrop. Just. Wow. There are no words for the emotions I am feeling.
Disclaimer: this is not going to be like my usual reviews. I may occasionally do this kind of ranting about fanfictions that really move me or are otherwise striking enough to do weird things to my body functions. (This means that if they make me cry, I’m doing this.)
WARNING: possible spoilers ahead. If you don’t like things being ruined, go ahead and read the fic first.
The premise that Henry leaves the public eye is so profoundly plausible that it scares me at times. If I woke up one day only to find that he had suddenly pulled a Kim Kibum and dissapeared off the face of the earth, I would say that it had only been a matter of time. In my opinion, Henry is not suited for a life of super-stardom; while he certainly has oceans of talent at his disposal, I can more easily imagine him as a café performer in Pointe Claire, Montreal, Québec, or living in a tiny loft in NYC working odd jobs and composing late into the night, content as could be.
(Before anyone rages at me for the above, let it be known that it was meant as a compliment of the highest order. There is something incomparably charming about grabbing a coffee at a hole-in-the-wall and nursing it while reading a novella with music in the background.
Of course, I could be totally crazy. You tell me.)
Donghae’s search for him is touching in a way that I haven’t read in far too long. Identafiable and endearing to a fault, his idealistic search for a loved one at times made me laugh and cry within a single paragraph. The way he grew over the course of the story inspired me.
Despite the slight over-use of suspension of disbelief, Henry’s notes engaged me with his whimsical and somewhat childish personality, as well as his choice of a final destination:
Paris.
Cliché, but somehow fitting.
As for the end: there is no “Goodbye.” There is only “See you later.”
Your frigid bitch,
-Admin L
P.S. Silas, I’m sorry for quoting you without proper citations. Everyone else: that last line came from Insatiable.




