Rotten Nostalgia

SAMUEL STRETCH OUT MY LIFE & PICK THE SEAMS OUT Her words were still like spears, reaching right to the core of his insecurities and pain, and Sam could stand no more. He stood, his face a picture of hurt anger. He began to walk away, to find Remi or cry or get to a quiet place or something, but he found himself needing to step back and have a last word. She wasn't right, though. He knew that. When would he have had the chance to go to shrines? To explore his Acceptedness? He had been kept inside, forbidden to go anywhere alone, hurt and neglected and controlled at once. Choice had not been something he had possessed until very recently. "It's...i-it's not very adult to approach someone j-just to bitch and in-insult at them either, but here you are." Sam pointed out. "Goodbye, Evie." take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.