#;remi

One of the only days Remi would actually come to school was for Valentine's day, considering he'd always leave with a good amount of chocolate. But today, the chocolate was the least of his interests. Since Zoe was here, he had every intention of giving her something, but first he had to actually gain the courage to do so.  Lunch was quick to come around, and reaching for his bag, he shuffled over to Zoe's desk, a lone finger coming out to poke the top of her head. "Yo, let's go somewhere else for lunch, Zoe." 

"Do I have to make this stuff. I mean, just look at some of the dishes in here. Whoever thought to put fried onions, green beans, and casserole in the same sentence? Why can't I just make a mound of hot dogs and let them go at it like dogs?" 

Reading the text, Remi couldn't help but wonder whether he should be relieved or even more concerned. With a shake of his head, Remi bent down to get the emergency key from beneath the mat before he finally knocked on the door.  "Yo. Comin' in."  Once the door was finally open, he slipped in, several plastic bags hanging from his arms. "You weren't kiddin' about being bundled up, were ya?" 

"Find me a mermaid, and you won't 'ave ta live another day under this big top."  The freckled male could do nothing but cling to those words with all the hopes and fears he had left. His father, ever the gambler that he was, owed a countless amount to the famed Ring Leader of Circus Cassiculus, and after his death, his son was already caught in an intricate web that was inescapable until this very day.  With a new found vigor, Remi roamed the sea side town, asking the locals where once might be able to find one of these "mermaids," until he found himself in a circular cove not too far from the circus itself. Crystalline water lapped against the nearly white shore, a sight that almost brought the boy to a halt, but his goal outweighed any urge to waste time.  The waters were clear of any and all signs of mermaids, but maybe, just maybe, if he waited one might show up, and with that in mind, Remi found himself lounging behind one of the many large rocks that protruded from the sand itself, set on sitting for as long as was needed to catch this creature.  Yet as the summer heat coupled with the sea breeze washed over him, the male was soon lulled into a light slumber, stray locks of brown hair falling into his face. 

As days passed, Remi soon learned that memories soon blended together along with them. People's faces repeated, names sounded a bit too familiar, and nothing stood out anymore. There was a time though, years ago, when each moment was precious to him, all due to one person that he barely ever spoke of anymore.  There was no need to; she was long gone.  Her life had been stolen from her by time, and Remi grew to hate the concept, to hate every second of every day. Now, as he walked through the halls of the local university, the angel could care less about the many young humans that passed right by him, not even knowing that they had a second chance at a new life. The large door of the lecture room let out a piercing creak when he pushed it open, green eyes scanning the room for any open seat available. Instead, they locked onto a girl, one who was a bit too familiar for comfort.  Slow steps led him to her. Though with cluttered thoughts and many questions, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Remi to remember one thing--this couldn't have been her. The seat beside her was quickly taken by him, and before he could even catch himself, her name had already escaped him.  "Oriana."