Flinch absolutely is a punch in the gut. I've re-read Forget Me Not dozens of times - seriously, SO FABULOUS - and yet I probably have the same level of recall for it as for Flinch, which I read first and have only read twice now.

I, yes, am one of those who can say that The End of the Road killed me worse than Flinch. But they both hurt. Magnificently. (And I totally see your reasoning, but I cling to both pairings. Neither story is reality! TOGETHER. FOREVER. *clings*)