My sweetest friend

REMI wish that we could go back in time, i'd be the one you thought you'd find The crispness of the air made it harder to fly, but onwards he flew. Often he lost altitude, but that didn't matter. Nothing could matter ever again, if he couldn't bring Isla home. The body count was too high, but this was not a body he'd leave to the elements. This was Isla. Isla who he had indescribable (though platonic, shut up Sam) feelings for. Isla who he had saved, and who had saved him in return. Remi thought he'd have trouble finding Isla, but he didn't. The glow of the luxere's light made her silhouette obvious in the darkness, or at least as obvious as his broken-mind needed. Without tact or grace Remi dropped from the skin, wings pinned to his sides, only unfurling at the last second so that he could stumble awkwardly into the snow. Rather than the normally elegant landings he was so versed in, Remi hit the ground too hard, collapsing to his knees, tearing through his trousers and bloodying the skin of his legs. But even as he landed in a heap before the luxere and the woman, Remi was laughing. Laughing because Isla was okay. "I knew...I knew it could not be.." He tried through nearly hysterical boughts of laughter, his cheeks hurting with the smile that spread as wide as it ever had across his face.