Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "..I...suppose." He sighed, sad he couldn't help Remi look at things better. Remi had always been the one picking him up, helping him out of his depressive thinking; he had not realised how difficult it could be. Sam had honestly expected Remi to hear the story then go running, never speak to him again; but he presented a question. Thinking for a moment, Sam smiled. It had only been a short time, but Gods...what a time it had been. "Ab-about a month. Not...v-very long, but...we went through a l-lot. You...mean a lot to me, Remi. I ho-hope it doesn't...hurt you to hear that." It definitely hurt Sam to say it in the past tense, something that had happened rather than something that was still ongoing. "But..um...you w-were. Well, still had your cu-curse. So we were taking things...slowly. For now. But I do lov- I...I was willing to wa-wait." And he had been, but now that it was a possibility they would never be close, he wanted to scream and cry of how unfair it all was. "...Do you..b-believe me?" — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.