Not quenched until I drown

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

The alchemist's arm braced, suspended in the air for a moment as Sam called out. There was no mistaking the sound of the voice and so no reason for Remi to turn and look at the man running unsteadily towards him. Resuming the action, Remi hurled the rock farther and harder into the water. As Sam's arm wrapped around his (once?) friend, he'd find that Remi felt...harder, than before. Only slightly more muscular, this was due to the fact that there was no give in his body. No arms that returned the gesture, no relaxing and melding into the hug.

"I suppose I should have expected you. You always seem to turn up after someone I care about dies." Remi said in a voice that was oddly toneless. He didn't even look at Sam, just waited for the bookmaker to release him so he could hurl another stone in the sea. "Well you're already a bit late, so maybe we can just skip over the part where you try and force yourself on me and jump right to the memory-loss part. Don't worry, I won't be upset to be forgotten by you again."

So saying, Remi threw another stone into the water.