all that was me, is gone

It is a warmth, but for a moment, it's scalding. Like when your fingers are cold and even the mildest of warm water feels like flames, so too did the beautiful memories shining around him feel as if they might cut him like glass. They didn't though. It all melted away; the hate, the resentment, the fear, the loathing...all just...gone in the wake of Aoife's laugh and her star-lit eyes. "That she died instantly..it was the only thing that seemed.." Positive? No. Nothing was positive. Swallowing hard, Remi sighed. "..fair." Placing a hand above his heart, fingers curling around his collarbones as if meaning to grab hold of them, he nodded mutely for a moment. "When they're gone..the good feels so painful. Like warm water on frostbite." He mumbled unsteadily. "It's hard to see past the loss." Realizing something new as well, Remi pulled in a breath through his nose—a pathetic sort of sniffle—and looked into the dark and sunken eyes. "Is that why you deal in memories, like you do?" The link between death and memories had always been weak in Remi's mind. Memories being..a sort of left over, but not a panacea. Not something that could ever help. Яemi I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris