A combination of utter beauty and the burning pain of a thousand suns, wrapped into a
single fanfiction. Readers have, on many occasions, wished death upon themselves for reading it, death upon others for writing it, and commonly use the phrase "Twist and rip my fucking
heart out." Additionally, due to the previously mentioned pain of the narrative, readers, after finishing this emotional
hell, have severe emotional reactions to seemingly harmless phrases. For example, "I can dig Elvis," "See you then," and even the three little
words, "I love you," bring on a wave of uncontrollable pain. Those who have read it share common masochism, inability to listen to the
music of Elvis Presley, and fear of beaches.
Person 1: "Wow, I'm kind of concerned. I thought it would be fun to take a family trip to the
beach, but she just had this
breakdown once she saw the water."""
Person 2: "I know. I talked to her a little bit ago, but I could hardly understand her. Something about
Twist and Shout?"
