what have I done

Through a fog the alchemist felt Isla's fingertips against his wrist. He should have wondered if she needed something, if she was alright, but all his mind frantically worried over was whether she was going to stop. Like being held just paces away from the brink of an orgasm Remi could only focus for slivers of a moment. Eyes opening he saw and felt her slump against him, the pressure of her against his thigh only adding a complicated chorus of sensations to what was already exploding like fireworks in his mind. And then it stopped. Having not realized that his entire body had been tensed, Remi relaxed seemingly all at once, eyes fluttering open, lips parted, and cheeks coral-red. His chest heaved steadily up and down as a breath hitched in his threat and he looked unsteadily and hazily down at Isla wondering... —was she okay? —did she feel it...? —were things weird? —was she going to do it again? REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way