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RayRay131414 :
Don't pressure the poor guy!

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"We're not. We're giving him ways to speak to Robyn." Lauren grinned.

Lauren (and probably some others) went into Cynder's room, watching him dial the number.

He sat with the phone in his hands, putting it on speakerphone. We sat in anticipation, listening to the calling ringtone repeat itself.

Suddenly it cut off.

"'Ello?"

Cynder froze for a second, a massive grin on his face.

"R-Robyn?"

"Cynder?!"

Cynder started crying, quickly wiping his tears away with his sleeve.

"Y-yeah it's me. It's me." He quickly stuttered.

"Are you crying?"

"I miss you. I miss you so much." Cynder said, his voice breaking.

"I miss you too. I'm so sorry."

"Please come back." His grin left, and he was now crying into the phone.

"I will, I promise," Robyn was crying too now, "But I can't right now. It-it's not safe."