My mind is where it bent

—Just. Just go a-away, Remi "Sam, I—" The alchemist began, feeling the time in which he could properly explain begin to expire. "I do not want you to be a—" —G-GO AWAY "Sam. It —" has only been four dates. A few weeks. You can't lock me out for one misunderstand and not being ready, and— —Just l-leave me alone!! The alchemist felt everything so keenly now. The pain ricocheting through his chest as he stared helplessly at the fortress before him. He could knock it down in seconds he knew, but in its place Sam had seemingly erected something so much stronger than cabinets and crates. Something that sounded very much like hate. Remi thought he'd been right when he said he had seen Sam, that he understood him. But when the man had reciprocated, there had been doubt in the alchemist's mind. Now he knew that doubt had been warranted. He'd only tried to be honest. Tried to protect something that could be something if given the right circumstances, if only because it was happening too soon and Remi just needed time. A mistake made with Isla perhaps, but not borne from a place that deserved this surely. The love Sam had (once? still?) felt for Remi might be a cold thing within the ascended now, but it had sliced through the raw and mending parts of Remi that he had allowed Sam to nestle against. Sam was after all the only man to ever tell the alchemist that he loved him, and now the tides had turned so quickly Remi couldn't tell which way was up or down. The sea in which he was drowning was so dark he didn't know how to reach the surface anymore, how to reach Sam. This is us, Remi had pleaded. But apparently it wasn't. Apparently it was fine that he was drowning. "I am so sorry Sam.." Remi whispered brokenly through a waterfall of tears. Shivering, feeling hollow and abandoned, the alchemist slowly slipped from the room. remi Too long till I drown in your hands