what have I done

"I suppose it is a good thing I am sitting th—" The quip died on his lips as Isla glided down his lap and inbetween his legs. Remi wasn't an idiot, and though he had just kissed her (why had he done that?) there was nothing equivocal about what it was her free hand was doing. His eyes fell to his wrist which had full clotted now and he wondered if she wasn't about to reopen the wound. He wouldn't stop her of course, just as he apparently wasn't stopping her from doing anything else. He should though. He should. But he didn't. 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