This is a hauntingly beautiful portrait of an intensely private grief. You hammer that home--the fact that Harry's grief is personal, and although people alongside him can experience it too, the flavor of it is uniquely his own and can never be shared.
Life comes at you faster than you can handle sometimes, blindsiding you with emotion so big, so strong, that you'll grab onto anything stationary, anything that isn't moving in order to keep from drowning.
My favorite line of the fic. It speaks of someone who's been there.
I like the structure of the story too, and that quote above is all about the selections you've named, from that moment where breathing stops until it starts again.
One of the best parts of your story for me was how you portrayed Ginny. Harry's a very lucky man, and it made me feel warm and proud of her inside, that she was so wise to have known what she did and still have a heart the size of a dragon's.
Excellent story, Siren. I'm proud to call you Dragon.