Hello there! I just finished that fic last night, which took me ages to write. Sadly, I'm not even proud of this work, but I actually worked really hard on it and put all my soul into it at this point. So I feel like maybe it still has a chance to be liked by someone. If you want to read a whole ton of text (graphomania at it's finest) about psychological issues and some homoerotic scenes between Myshkin and Rogozhin, you're always welcome
"The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them. "