All That Glitters

Sam held the cube in his hands and considered. Did he feel anything? It was light, a little cold, perhaps. He tilted his hands this way and that, seeing if it would tip about. It...just seemed like a metal cube. "I f-f-feel fine." He reassured Remi, then stood up, holding out the cube to show him closer. "..I...it has to do s-something, right? If I was so...so dr-drawn to it?" He asked, not really directing the question at Remi. He didn't want to believe that the first time in a while he'd felt a real sense of purpose, it had been for something useless. Experimentally he tapped at each side of the cube then the corners, touched it to his tooth. Normally he would have been more anxious of something clearly having to do with The Voice, but he was desperate for this to turn out to be something, both because he needed it to be for his own self worth, but also because he didn't want Remi to think he'd been dragged out for nothing. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness