Title: Slow dancing in the dark
The night was suffocating in its stillness, broken only by the quiet hum of the record spinning in the corner. You stood by the window, bathed in moonlight, while Robin lingered near the doorway, the space between you thick with everything left unsaid.
Slow Dancing in the Dark began to play, and the familiar ache of the song filled the room, wrapping around the two of you like a blanket of melancholy. You'd heard this song countless times before, but tonight, it felt different—like every lyric was speaking to the inevitable truth you were both too afraid to face.
Robin's gaze flickered over to you, his dark eyes reflecting something you couldn't quite read—fear, maybe, or regret. His hands, stuffed in his jacket pockets, clenched and unclenched as though he was waging some internal war with himself. The silence was heavy, but neither of you made a move to break it. Not yet.
The song's words hung in the air, each one cutting a little deeper. You should be with him, I can't compete.
You felt it too—that quiet admission that maybe you were both pretending something was there, when it wasn't. Maybe you weren't meant to be this close. Maybe this wasn't what either of you wanted anymore.
Robin finally moved toward you, slow and hesitant. His steps felt like the last in a series of decisions he wasn't ready to make. When he stopped in front of you, he didn't speak. He just held out his hand, eyes searching yours for something—permission, maybe, or a way to undo the distance that had grown between you.
You took his hand, feeling the familiar warmth of his fingers. But this time, there was no comfort in it. There was only the weight of knowing. He pulled you close, his hand settling on your waist, the other holding your hand like he didn't want to let go. You swayed together in silence, the soft melody of the song filling the space between you, but even as you danced, it felt like the end.
Give me reasons we should be complete...
Robin's hold on you tightened, and you felt his breath hitch. He was struggling, the same way you were. Trying to hold onto something that was already slipping through his fingers.
"I don't want this to end," he whispered, his voice rough.
But you could hear the defeat in his tone. He didn't want to lose you, but the cracks in whatever you had were too deep to ignore now. You weren't the same as before. This wasn't the same. And you both knew it.
You pressed your forehead against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, steady but strained. "Neither do I," you admitted, your voice barely audible. The song kept playing, the lyrics echoing in your mind. When you're gonna run? Just hear my voice in you.
He pulled you even closer, like he could stop the inevitable by holding on just a little tighter. But the song's haunting refrain kept reminding you: this wasn't love. Not anymore. This was the slow unraveling of something you both wished could have been different.
"I'm not what you need," Robin said softly, his breath shaky. His voice cracked at the end, and you could feel the truth in those words sinking in.
You wanted to argue, to tell him it wasn't true. But deep down, you knew. He wasn't wrong. Whatever this was, whatever it had been—it wasn't enough. And you both deserved more than this slow dance in the dark, pretending it could be different.
The song was fading now, its final lines lingering in the air like the last gasp of something dying. You felt his grip loosen slightly, and though neither of you wanted to be the first to let go, you knew you couldn't keep holding on forever.
"We're just hurting each other," you whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.
Robin's gaze met yours, filled with a sadness that echoed your own. He didn't deny it. He couldn't. Instead, he just nodded, his jaw clenched like he was trying to hold back everything he wanted to say.
The record player clicked, signaling the end of the song. The room fell silent, but you stayed there, standing close, as if the quiet was enough to keep you together for just a moment longer.
But even in the silence, you both knew the truth. You weren't dancing anymore. You were just two people standing in the dark, waiting for something to change that never would.
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Robin Arellano Song Imagines
FanfictionThis is a Robin Arellano x Reader Fanfic🩷 These are gonna be song imagines based on real songs💙 I think imma mostly do either love or sad songs but I will do other suggestions