Archer Diaries

Done Deed

Darkness looms in all our hearts, always looking for a way out to consume our entire being. It offers promises of pleasure and revenge and taking charge of our deepest darkest secrets. Each passing moment becomes bleak and before long, all you feel is the rush it brings. It becomes a drug you can never get enough.

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"The son of a bitch is dead. How convenient." Gary stated, sarcasm laced in his last words. Mason heaved as he looked out his window. The sun was setting, giving the sky a beautiful orange glow. Hearing soft padded footsteps behind him, he turned to face Robyn with a warm smile which she returned sadly.

"I'm going to have to call you back, Gary. I have company... Sure...Okay, I'll talk to you later." Still with that smile, he strode towards her. "Hey! Are you okay?"

She rubbed down her arms and nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He reached out to grasp her hands and placed his free hand on her forehead. Luckily she didn't develop a headache from all that crying.

"You must be hungry, right?" As if on cue, her stomach grumbled in assertion. He chuckled and led her to the kitchen without letting go of her hand. He had her sit on the stool as he went about gathering ingredients.

She watched as he chopped onions skillfully and a small smile tugged on her lips. "I didn't know you could cook." she stated and he graced her with his famous smirk.

"Well there's a lot of things you don't know I can do." he replied with a suggestive wink which made her feel flustered.

"Really, like what?" she challenged.

"Clean, fix cars, do laundry. You know, stuff like that." She burst into a hearty laugh and his heart warmed. He felt a strong sense of accomplishment at such simple action. At least even if it was for just a moment, he made her happy. "I'm perfect husband material." He immediately bit his tongue when he saw the pained expression on her face. "Damn" he thought.

The guilt from before threatened to consume Robyn again. Her husband was murdered and she couldn't bring herself to be so miserable by it. Instead, she was in the kitchen of another man and enjoying his company just a day after his death. She stood abruptly from the stool.

"Excuse me..." she said solemnly and made a move towards the hall. She didn't get far before Mason blocked her path. Her eyes were glazed over with tears. He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her chest. Her arms laid flaccidly by her sides as she sobbed softly into his chest and it broke his heart. He hated seeing her cry but since he wasn't the cause of her pain, he was at loss on how to ease it.

After a while, she pulled back from him, sniffing. "I think I'm going to lie down for a bit." she said tiredly.

"You need to eat first, Robby." he more like pleaded.

"I lost my appetite." she stated, ignoring the nickname he had just called her. She sauntered out of the kitchen to his room. She crawled under the sheets, reaching for her phone on the bed side drawer. Mason must've placed it there when she was asleep. It was turned off so she turned it back on and immediately regretted it. Her phone begun buzzing continuously with messages and emails. There must have been about a hundred of them. There were a couple from Riley asking her where she was and informing her of the detectives who stopped by to see her earlier. There was a lot more from aquaintances, clients and friends offering their condolences.

She had hardly gone through a tenth of them when the door burst open. Mason walked towards her, snatching the phone and replacing it with his hand instead.

"Let's go" he said while pulling her up.

She looked at him in utter confusion. "Where?"

"To make you feel better." was the last thing he said before he disappeared into his closet. He came back out with a black trench coat, a black cap and sunglasses. "Here... wear this."
She took them but she didn't wear them immediately. She felt apprehensive about going out. He sensed it and gave her a reassuring smile. He helped her into the coat which was slightly big and swept her hair under the cap.