Eternal Sunshine

He had come to the conclusion early on a cold morning. Sam had been playing his conversations with his friends over and over again in his head. Remi would come around, they said. But something in Sam told him he wouldn't. He'd seen the way Remi had looked at him and besides, the man had a child to look after and a best friend to mourn. Sam, who to Remi was basically a stranger, was going to be a very low priority, and rightly so. He could not in good faith bother him anymore with reminders of a relationship no longer real. On the other hand, he knew if this was never resolved in one way or another, it would bother him for the rest of his life. Be yet another trauma on top of it all and something stopping him from moving forward. Something that would hold him back from ever perusing something like this again. Holding the memories hurt. Being the only one with feelings hurt. He got to the Atheneum as the sun was rising, walked to the shelf. Sam had known of the shrine here for a while; was often in the Atheneum and giving it little sideways glances. There were offerings here, but he had never needed an offering for The Voice before. Besides, he felt like she might be pleased to do what he would ask. Sam bowed his head and laced his fingers together. "Um...The Voice? Could we speak, for a moment? There is something I wish to ask." Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits