Rebuilding What Was Lost

"Ah..well. Thank you, for breaking the curse." Remi said, a reflexive smile creasing his lips for a moment as he glanced appreciatively at Sam. As Remi listened, he felt as though this retelling was as much for Sam's benefit as his own. In that regard, Remi tried to steel himself at the words we made love, trying to stifle the gasp of surprise the bubbled up from the back of his throat. Closing his eyes, Remi tightened his grip of his arms until his nails dug into the skin. He wanted to stand and scream, to flee into the sky and never come down. To sob and lament lost moments, but quickly the alchemist found that his anger and sadness was hollow. Instead, he turned sad eyes towards Sam, a frown on his lips as he nodded. "I am sorry for that too. If I did feel it, and did not say it..." The alchemist said softly, the apology an olive branch, but not one long enough to bridge the distance between them now. Or so it felt anyways. "I ... I cannot even guess as to whether I did or did not. The things you have told me...I do believe you, but I cannot even imagine it to be true. You ... " Remi's eyes glanced down to where Sam's hand had been, and he frowned at the blank space. " ... the way you placed your hand there, just then. I assume holding it is something I must have done many times. But ... all I can think now is how I never have, not that I remember. In Northaven such a thing would have been punishable by jail time, or worse. That it is alright here is one thing, but I do not ... I do not remember having ever been brave enough to try. To make the decision." Now it was Remi who was rambling, and helplessly he fell silent again. "Do I seem the same to you? As I did ... before?" REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love