wouldn't change how it ended

REMI

"Isla." He repeats, his frustration bubbling them over. "There is no them, here. Just me, asking for something for a very specific purpose." Then, at the mention of her having never asked, Remi does feel the bite of tears. Snarling in response to the white flashes of pain behind his eyes, he looks down at the hand Isla had been holding only moments ago, flexing his fingers. "No you never had to ask." He agrees quietly. "Because there has never been a time I have not already offered to you everything I thought you could want of me." Remi had been wrong in the past, about what it was Isla had perhaps wanted or needed of him to be sure. But that she had never asked was, in his mind, simply because he had already promised everything he was to her.

As Isla begins to fumble with her jacket, Remi looks up aghast, nearly recoiling. "Stop it." He whispers through a snarl that has begun to shake his lips, hating her when she was like this; bright and burning and full of a vindictive passion that begged to either be fed or blown out. Remaining seated for fear of what he might do were he to rise, Remi tries to still his face into neutrality and utterly fails. "Just go, then. Warn the ascended if you want. I said I would not hold that against you and I won't."

honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection