All That Glitters

To Sam's absolute delight, Remi responded well to his stories and flirtings, even seemed curious about the story. His hope rose up in his chest, spilling over into a giggling and giddy joy. I do mean on you, yes. On your insistence. You had hurt your sides, so I was arching over you and sat on your-- ...Well. It was not appropriate for the situation, to say the least. He felt the pause, the threatening pitch into melancholy from Remi, but it was recovered and he gleefully soared up and back down, glad that even sadness could not catch them up here. She was not very pleased. Sam confirmed, his internal smile shaping the words. I was told off. But we met later, once you'd been healed. Phoebe wasn't there then. He was sure Remi could work out what had happened in an uninterrupted night. The moon high in the sky above them and the settlement a spark on the distance, Sam wished this night would never end. This is what I meant, you know. About new memories. I shall be fond of this one. 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