Reaching High

Sam found Ronin's story sad, really. Yes, it ended with him alive, but...wouldn't he rather be in the stars with his beloved? It sounded wonderful. But Sam supposed they were very different kinds of people and there was a child involved, which always made things complicated. "Is he...happy to be back?" He asked, unsure if losing his scars and strength was something devestating. "Once he promised to tell me some winter songs from his home. He never did, but of course, he was a busy man. If I tied him down to it I'm sure he might give me an account of what he remembers." Speaking of memories reminded him terribly of the great wedge between he and Remi, the odd invisible past that was making him consider every word he said. He looked up to the book he had been trying to reach. It was hanging just out of the shelf now, his fingers having moved it a little but not enough for him to actually make it drop. "...The shelves here are too tall for me." He said with a little chuckle, unsure of what else to say. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness