Help My Memory (ON HOLD!)

The Secret

Hello all you fabulous people! Welcome to chapter 4: The Secret. I realize now that my chapters don't really capture the emotion of the characters. So, I'm going to go back to previous chapters and add more emotion and thoughts. And in this chapter, you really get to see the effect this whole ordeal has on Rosalia. So anyways, comment, like, enjoy! <3

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CHAPTER 4: THE SECRET

Rosalia's POV:

I ran as far away as I possibly could. I ran until my legs felt like they would give out any second and my lungs felt like they were going to burst.

When I couldn't take another step, I set my stuff near a tree and leaned against it, trying my hardest to stop the tears from falling.

This is not what a spy does. They don't cry, they stay tough and don't think about their family or their mother... or how their mother is gone. The don't think of how thousands of people count on them... or... or... I start sobbing even harder as I think of my mother. She was the reason I wanted to become a spy. But I don't see how my mother could do this everyday. I thought it would be awesome to be a spy, but now, it's turning more into a nightmare. I sink slowly to the ground as I carelessly sit against the rough bark of the tree and bring my knees up to my chest. Soon the tears come down my face as intense as a waterfall and I let the helplessness soak deeper into my heart as my sobs ring out through the forest, slowly bringing my head to my knees, my sleeves darkening as each tear is accepted by the fabric.

BACK AT THE CAMPSITE:

"Someone needs to go after her. " Much says, after the group watches Rosalia run deep into the forest.

"I'll go.." Silvio says getting up from the log but is stopped by Robin.

"Silvio, I know that she probably trusts you more, but I need to talk to her. " Silvio tries to protest, but Robin cuts him off, "Look, this is all my fault. I made her get mad and started this whole thing. And for once I'm going to fix it. "

"But, Robin, you don't know where she could have gone." Little John says.

"Yeah I mean, didn't you see her run? She can be anywhere. " Allen says.

Robin looks at his men, thinking of only one way to find Rosalia. He silently walks over to his bow and quiver, slinging it around his shoulder before turning back to something he was hiding for a long time. He grabs it and without another word, he heads into the forest, hoping that this is enough to gain the must needed trust.

Robin silently walks in the forest, his bow and quiver slightly tapping his back with each step he took. As he walks by each tree, he looks for any signs of Rosalia; footprints, broken twigs or branches, anything to indicate the direction that she went. As he gets closer to a clearing, he hears something.

Robin strains his ear to try to get a better idea of where and what the sound is and slowly he catches a faint sound of someone crying. Robin cautiously follows the sound and comes upon a tree, the crying on the opposite side. He quietly climbs up the tree and rests himself on a branch and looks down at Rosalia, her dark hair hiding her arms and legs. He sees her body shaking as her sobs rack her body and soon, his heart swells for the young girl.

"You know I hate seeing someone crying, especially a beautiful lady like your self. " Robin shouts from the tree. Rosalia jolts up and looks around, wiping tears from her face.

"Robin, where are you?" He smiles as he gracefully jumps from branch to branch, gently landing on the ground.

"I'm right here." He whispers, watching her whip her head around, her brown hair flying and coming to a rest on her back when she looks right at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

"Why did you follow me?"

"I wanted to apologize."

"For what?" She sniffs.

"Earlier, I treated you like crud when you needed us most and I feel like we got off to a bad start." Robin goes silent as he watches Rosalia gaze fall down to the ground.

"Robin, I don't know what I'm doing, " Rosalia whispers, "all these memories keep coming back and I've suddenly had this feeling to avenge my mother but now I don't know if that even is the right thing to do. I wanted to do something... something I'll be remembered as before I die, so I signed up for the agency. However I didn't know my mother was an agent until a few years ago and when I found out how she died; the anger has been boiling inside me for so long that I longed to kill the sheriff... but now that I'm here, and now my memory is coming back... I'm terrified. "

Rosalia looks up at Robin with so much fury that he is slightly taken back. " But I can't go back, Robin. I just can't. I can't fail this mission because then all I'd do is put my family and my country to shame. "

Pausing she lets out a sigh and sniffs, "I probably sound like a complete lunatic right now. "

After she goes quiet again, Robin pulls out something and gently puts it in front of Rosalia, who stares at it in disbelief.

"That's for you. I made it last night after seeing the condition of your bow. " He whispers quietly, watching her run her hands over the smooth wood.

"Robin.. thank you so much. T-this is amazing!" Rosalia exclaims and throws her arms around Robin. When they pull away, the tension between the two finally dissolves.

Rosalia's POV

I can't believe this! I think as I continue to run my hands over the smooth wood. The bow is a deep mahogany color, it is in a shape of a three, the middle part straight to be able to grasp it. The yarn used is a strong, sturdy piece. Beautiful.

"Come on, we should get back to the campsite. "Robin says, heading back the way I came.

"Robin, wait!" I say, quickly getting up as he turns back around.

"I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I didn't mean to snap at you. " I say sheepishly.

"Hey, it's alright. It's water under the bridge now." He says, motioning me to follow.

A small smile tugs on my light pink lips as we make our way back to camp. The joy of walking with Robin makes the world seem brighter as we crunch branches under our feet. I'm beginning to think just how alike we are and for once, I don't feel so alone.