In Desperate Need of a Hug [Open]

Don't lose hope, she said, but he had none left to lose. Half of it had gone when Remi had forgotten him and the other half when he'd clutched Aoife close as if Sam had intentions of harm. It was over. But Phoebe's problems weren't his own, so he tried to focus on those for a sort of cathartic relief, looking into someone else's misery to deal with his own. "I think people are scared. Not that it is an excuse, but...they don't know what to do but blame." He had certainly come close a few times himself, but general inability to pin much blame on anyone except himself stopped him. Phoebe announcing that Emmett was her first drew an awkward sigh from him, not because he didn't want to know but because he didn't know how to help. Remi had been his first too, and he knew the ache that came with that heartbreak. "I...I was thinking, about myself and Remi, that someone being your first doesn't have to mean they are the best. In fact, sometimes people say your first romance is...usually the worst. Maybe there will be a second, and he will be...better? Perhaps not right away, when there's still...all the feelings. But eventually." Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve