Robin. It was Robin. He looked.... different. He had lost any happiness and glow. His face was the same, accept for the eyes. They had lost their brightness. He was thin, but a lot muscular. His mouth had a slightly cruel twist to it. He cut me down and started to walk away. He hadn't even looked at me.
Robin? Maria said.
Robin stopped. He swung around and looked at Maria's broken body and her long straggly hair. His eyes softened then hardened.
Your just a dream! He shouted.
Maria stepped closer and he drew his knife.
Your just a dream! He screamed again.
Maria was right in front of him. Her eyes were sad. Robin raised his knife. Maria kissed him gently, expecting to die. But the knife dropped to the ground with a thud. His eyes closed and his arms went around Maria. His hands went into her hair, making it even more tangled if that was possible. When they pulled away, he still had his arms around her.
Does a dream feel like that? Maria asked.
I thought you died. I thought... What happened? He asked.
He didn't let her answer however, his lips found hers again. When she finally had a chance to speak, which wasn't for awhile, she explained all that happened. His face went from angry, to sad, to angry again. He scooped her up in his arms just as she began to collapse.
Your hurt. He said.
She snuggled against him and breathed in the musty scent of his shirt.
I missed you. She whispered before her eyes closed.
