Like a Leaf on the Breeze You Blew Away

As if the words weren't bad enough, the wave of discomfort, of indifference he suddenly got from Remi; Sam felt as if a fist had plunged into his chest and ripped out his heart, not caring enough to spare his ribs or lungs on the way - violent, ripping, bloody. Let's...land. Let me talk to you. He said, but he wasn't really considering his words. They came out without thought, but he began to fly towards his home. Do you want your gifts back? I have them in my house. He asked, the question feeling like lead on his tongue. He landed with a rather undignified stumble outside the door, turning to look at Remi if he had followed. "I...I c-could make you tea?" It was bizarre, a politeness out of place in the face of terror and pain, but it was automatic. Samuel I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind All of these words