Stay With Me (Robin + Maria)

Uncaring Death

*marias POV*
I know what I did was wrong to Robin. But, really? Was it necessary to scare my friend like that and lie to him?

"Very nice place you got here." Jonathan smiled and looked around the long Halls of the MoonAcre castle, my home. He seemed shocked at its massive size, which I don't see why because I remember his 'house' being a lot bigger. But maybe that's because when I last saw him in his house, I was 7. Everything seemed big then. "And this is your uncles property?" He looked back at me.

"Yes." I put a smile on my lips though really I couldn't stop thinking about Robin. Why would he tell Jonathan that? Was he... Jealous? No, he couldn't be, the Robin I know never gets jealous, he simply roams around awaiting his next task. "Oh, yeah. How's your mother?" I tried to take my mind off of him.

"She's dead" his back faced me. Well good way to make the conversation sad. He looked at the murals along the walls and admired each brush stroke that the artist made.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I mumble, my mind wandering back to Robins familiar face.

"Don't be," he didn't seem upset. "It would've happened sooner or later. Though sooner came rather quickly." Jonathan's voice was uncaring and emotionless. Did he even care? I remember when my father died, everything was a catastrophe and my world seemed to freeze before my eyes. But now I'm alright. Maybe it has been a long time and he has gotten over it as well.

"Shall we go to my room?" I offered. " I have some stories to tell you... Crazy stories." He nodded and I led him down the hallways up to my room.

Once in my room, we both plopped down on my bed and I began to tell him all the crazy stories that has happened to me over the past couple of months. He watched me with devouring eyes, taking in every word I spoke out of my soft lips.

Then, out of absolutely no where, his lips connected with mine. I gasped trying to take in the moment. He pinned down my hands so i couldn't push away.

I moved my head away from him, his wicked eyes trailing mine. "What are you doing?!" I looked at him to find his reasoning, coming up short.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm kissing you. Isn't that what you've always wanted?" He licked his lips. I remember a while ago I used to like him and he knew it. He took advantage of the way I felt for him and he always denied me. He would talk about girls right in front of me, just to see the look on my shocked face. He was satisfied with my anger, yet I said nothing. And now that I'm over him, he desired me.

"I've moved on!" I couldn't grasp what had actually just happened. Oh, how Much he's changed since I last saw him! "Maybe you should too." I wiped my mouth on the long sleeve of my velvety dress.

His eyes changed. They went from desiring to dangerous.