The Unimaginable

Remi once again turned to speak with venom in his voice and Sam simply took the words, sat rendered immobile by respect for Remi's grief. It hadn't been about their relationship, or at least he hadn't meant it to be; he had just cared and wanted to help. He didn't understand; didn't know why his words were falling so flat. Remi had changed yet again from only a handful of weeks ago and Sam, who had so little experience in anything, did not know how to keep up. He did know one thing as he saw the look in Remi's eyes, though. This was not his love, not anymore. The man he had loved, who he'd dreamed had almost loved him...he was gone, behind a fog of lost memories and death and his own bumbling, incompetent attempts at finding him. Sam stood. "...I will go and fetch Vervain, then. But tell her to come later." Robotically he began to step back towards the door, knowing if he put any thought into the action he would collapse before he made it. Just as he touched the doors handle, he looked back. "Goodbye, Remi. I...really am sorry." About so many things. Samuel The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark;