Taking Different Roads

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — As the moment went on and Remi continued to struggle, Sam's tossed away thought of blindness returned, suddenly with much more credibility. A cold shock hitting his chest, Sam stretched out an arm to try and reach and gently take Remi's hand to lead him towards the door. "This way, this way. Please, c-come in...Remi...Remi what..." He was panicked already, his voice swelling with the threat of anxious tears, so he shook his head and tried to recover himself. "What happened?" Can it be reversed? Did it hurt? Is it my fault? Questions and alarm swimming in his head, he tried to pull Remi slowly into the door of his shop. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.