The Price We Have To Pay.

He's full of Anxiety

Robin walked up he stairs and into the apartment quietly, his eyes were tired and anxious, his hands jittery.

Mr. Michael had sent him home early, because he had seen Robin break down in the back of the deli apartment.

He slowly put down his bag and walked back to his room, quietly sitting down on his bed, then his lip started to quiver and he gripped his chest "..." He could feel all the fear and pain he bottled up over these past 2 years start to boil over.

Robin curled into a small ball on his bed and started to sniffle and hiccup as tears spilt down his cheeks, he knew he had messed up bad, Harry was now avoiding him as well, they never spoke anymore, and he knew that recently, Harry had been looking for places to move out to.

The green haired male put his face in his knees as he thought of being alone, he didn't like the feeling in his stomach, he felt despair and anxiety build up even more.

But, he had brought this on himself, this was all his fault, all this over something small that happened on a damn date.

He clenched his teeth as he held back sobs, he heard the front door to the apartment open, and he tried to calm himself as he heard steady footsteps come down the hall.

He felt hope and fear that Harry would walk into his room, maybe if he just talked to the red head it would get better.

But all he heard was the door on the other side of the hall shut, and Robin felt more tears well up in his big blue eyes.

He gripped his sheets as he just simply laid there, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to stay quiet, though he hiccuped rather loud once and he covered his mouth, he didn't need Harry thinking he was a crybaby as well as a jerk.

Robin slowly calmed down as he heard steady footsteps make their way back down the hall, and out the door, Harry was probably going to work now.

The small male slowly stood up and opened the door to his room, looking out and around quietly, slowly and shakily walking down to the kitchen and grabbing a small glass.

He got some water and drank it quietly, trying to help sooth his now sore throat, he knew he could just go get some tea, but he didn't want to go out right now, and he didn't have any of the stuff to make it there in the apartment.

As he stood over the sink, he hunched over it and drank his water silently, though a few tears still slid down his face every once and awhile, and he sniffled on occasion.

He felt like the worst person on earth, Donnie was dead, and he had driven Harry away, he slowly dropped the glass in the sink, thankfully it didn't break, he put his face in his hands as he trembled.

He felt overwhelmed by the pain and regret, and so Full of anxiety, he just wanted to make things better, but he was starting to think that maybe, even if he tried nothing would work.