Quality of Life

"...The...t-the letter. That you sent me." Sam unfolded the letter in his hands and held it out for Isla to inspect, the neat script now marred with many crumpled marks but still legible. That she didn't seem to know what she was talking about did make him pause, send a little sliver of panic into his chest, but he was determined enough to keep going. He felt like dropping to his knees and praying to her to fix it all now, but he had to calm down and ask normally. Taking a deep breath that he didn't need, he pushed his hair back and closed his eyes, suddenly conscious of the people around him. "There...it says...upgrade? There's an u-upgrade? For me? To feel again?" He asked, quietly. "I want it right now. Please." SAMUEL How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw?