drifted down the deepening cool

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

'I think you did almost everything when it came to me, rather poorly." Waving a hand distractedly in Sam's direction, Remi merely shook his head. "Is that what we're going to do? Have out old arguments? Fine. It wasn't your choice to make Sam, and you might have at least asked me first what I might have wanted. I would have stayed with you forever if only you'd given me the space to breathe and grieve the loss of my friend. But you waited only a day before deciding that the feelings you had for me weren't worth it, wrapping it up with a bow of but I did it for you, and forgot me entirely." Gritting his teeth, the alchemist glared opening at the bookmaker now. "You're right. You have been a pain. Not the memory of you, not the past-you, the you now. Forgotten memories for both of us aside, but you're still here, acting like you always have."

Barking a laugh, Remi leaned his head back against the wall, wringing his hands between his knees. "Great friends? Fuck you, Sam" He growled, utterly bewildered that the bookmaker might still be so painfully naive and optimistic about a (friend)ship sank deep to the bottom of the sea.

'Around? Around what. If you've something to say, go on and say it then."

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ALCHEMIST

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