Rotten Nostalgia

SAMUEL STRETCH OUT MY LIFE & PICK THE SEAMS OUT Sam nearly stood up in the immediate surge of anger that rose in him. Yes, he was the one that had it tough. He was the one who sat alone and unappreciated while Evie was congratulated on her accomplishments, he was the one who knew the sting of their father's belt, he was the one who had gone without any kind of birthday celebration, he was the one who had been forcibly changed. "Maybe i-it wasn't your job. But you...you knew, you knew th-that what they were doing was wr-wrong. And all you d-did was say 'Oh but d-daddy, he did th-this too.'" Even the stutters in his voice sounded pointed now, spoken with a strange sort of spitted confidence. She brought up how he was sat alone and Sam lifted his eyes to the ceiling in annoyance. As he did he caught a glimpse of Remi by the doors. A sly smile crept onto his face and he waved him over, refusing to look at Evie. As soon as Remi appeared he smiled and took his hand. "I just...w-wanted to tell you I love you." He said, leaning up to attempt to kiss him. He was doing this to be petty, but he did mean it too. Saying the words...actually helped him to calm down a little. When he looked back to Evie his eyes were more ice than fire, coolly regarding her after presenting proof of his relationship. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.