𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 2

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐫.𝐚

I was so happy to be back. After moving away from my hometown for five years, I had finally returned. Sitting in my room, I unpacked my belongings from the boxes my mom was unloading from the car. I ripped open one of the boxes, and at the top was a picture frame. Flipping it over, I immediately smiled. It was a picture of Robin and me at his birthday party, his face smothered in cake and sprinkles from when I had pushed his head into the cake.

I laughed at the memory before placing the picture frame on my bedside table and continued unpacking. When I was done, I decided to visit Robin. I hadn't seen him in five years, and I missed him so much. We were both thirteen now, and I wondered how different he looked. I knew I looked heaps different from when I was eight. Did he miss me too?

I walked downstairs and left a note on the counter for my mom, letting her know where I was going, and then I left. Despite the years, I still knew exactly where his house was. I could have found it blindfolded. Turning down a few streets, I finally arrived.

The house looked older than I remembered, and the garden, once vibrant with flowers, was now withered and neglected. I walked up to the front of the house, opened the gate, and climbed the stairs leading to the door. I hesitated, nerves twisting in my stomach. What if he didn't live here anymore? What if he didn't remember me?

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hearing rustling from inside. When the door opened, an older man stood there. For a moment, I thought Robin had moved, but then the man spoke.

"Y/n?" he mumbled. My eyes lit up at the sound of his voice, recognizing Robin's uncle, Tiago. "Tiago! Hi," I smiled. "Is Robin home?" His expression stiffened, and he stared at me as if I had said something terrible. Fear gripped me until he looked away, frowning deeply. "Y/n, uhm..." He let out a heavy breath. "Robin died last May."

His voice broke, and my heart pounded in my chest. "What?" I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips. "What do you mean?"   "I thought you knew. No one told you?" He frowned, his eyes glistening.

I shook my head, tears welling up. "No one told me."

"He was one of the Grabber's victims, along with five others," he said, his voice trembling as tears filled his eyes.
"But..." I stammered, looking away as tears blurred my vision. "I'm sorry, thank you for telling me," I mumbled before turning and running down the steps, away from the house. Sobs broke free as I sprinted home, the weight of the news crashing down on me with every step.

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