Reaching High

Sam had run out of arguments, of pleas, and Remi moved back away from him. He sighed and looked down, hugged himself. Shame bled down onto his head as well as loneliness, the knowledge that he would never have this. Couldn't have this, not when the obstacle course of his communication skills met the flood of Remi's swirling thoughts and emotions. "...I see. I will not force you to me, Remi. But.." He wasn't sure what to say, but the part of him that still hoped did the speaking. "Maybe...consider. Consider this. Us. Over the next few days..and..as a favour to me. I imagine you are still carrying the letter I wrote you before. Would you consider destroying it? I would like to think it is not representative of myself or us, not truly." Whether this instruction would actually be followed out he wasn't sure, but he had to ask. "Could you come to see me, when you have thought on this? I would wait for you." 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