You know I still like you the most
The best of the best
As much as Sam was sure he could do it, he was swiftly finding that map making was a very different endeavour from books indeed. With an instructional tome open on one side of the desk and his shaky first attempts at a compass rose on the other, he was absolutely a beginner: for the moment the sign on the door said closed, though the door itself was open to let in a pleasant breeze (and to get out the old meat smell from the building, which did not yet want to forget it's past as a butchers).
Looking up from his best attempt yet, which still left quite a bit to be desired, Sam reached out to touch the top of his paperweight, the flower within having recently taken on new meaning after he'd learnt once more of it's origins. Those early days with Remi seemed like a simpler time, like something that almost hadn't happened. Remi, the gentle young alchemist he'd known then, didn't exist now; Sam was sure he didn't in the way he had either. It all felt fake, yet there was this glass paperweight on the desk before him, it's cold touch on his fingertips the only way he could be sure that the memories were real.
Looking up from his best attempt yet, which still left quite a bit to be desired, Sam reached out to touch the top of his paperweight, the flower within having recently taken on new meaning after he'd learnt once more of it's origins. Those early days with Remi seemed like a simpler time, like something that almost hadn't happened. Remi, the gentle young alchemist he'd known then, didn't exist now; Sam was sure he didn't in the way he had either. It all felt fake, yet there was this glass paperweight on the desk before him, it's cold touch on his fingertips the only way he could be sure that the memories were real.
and the worst of the worst
You'll always be my favorite ghost
SAMuEL
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