talk to me; | robin skinner/cavetown

[fifty]

[material girl - madonna]

"well, here we are," i said as robin and i stood on my great grandparents' grave with a bouquet of tulips on my hand. as i placed the flowers beside their grave, robbie started setting up the picnic blanket on the ground. 

"those are some beautiful flowers you got there," robin complimented as he sat down on the blanket whilst smoothing the fabric. 

"thanks," i replied. "they were from mum's garden. i just tied it with a ribbon so it would look a little more special for the occasion." it was their wedding anniversary and i thought it would be a wonderful time to visit them. robin decided to tag along with me as well since he currently had nothing to do.

i let out a heavy sigh as i laid down on the picnic blanket. "you know, tulips were my great-grandma's favourite. i remember one time, we used to harvest them from her garden. so i thought that it would be a great idea to give them tulips." i added.

"well, i find them quite lovely." he gave a small grin. "honestly, if they were still alive, i'm pretty sure they'd appreciate them."  both of us then kept silent whilst looking at our surroundings. 

after 3 minutes, i sat down and hugged my legs as the light breeze blew through us, giving me chills up my spine. "you know, i kinda wish i was a kid again. i'm starting to think that i've missed out on things back when i was young. god, if time travel only exists, i wouldn't mind staying in their house more; maybe even play with the kids that i was with. " i blurted all of a sudden which i lowkey started regretting it since whenever i say things that are on my mind, my conversations tend to get a little more awkward. "um... i mean... sorry, i said that out of the blue."

"it's alright," he chuckled as he patted my shoulder. "do you want to talk about it?"

"...kind of?"

"well, go ahead," he replied. "i wouldn't mind."

"it's just— it's just that i feel like as i grow older, i feel more and more... stuck. that's all." i slumped my shoulders. "it's hard to explain, i'm sorry if you don't understand. i suck at explaining things."

"it's okay, i get what you mean. i tend to hold on to the past as well. " robin slightly pouted. "most of our childhood had happy memories and sometimes people wish to relive those moments because at that time, we rarely get problems; and we only knew a few things about living."

"was that also the reason why you usually share some of your baby pictures?" i asked.

"kind of." he scrunched his nose as he giggled. "but anyway, even if you kept on wishing to go back in time, you'd still end up missing yourself being a teenager in the future. sure, things get rough as we grow old but all i'd say is... just enjoy your life while it lasts." 

"well, you do have a point." i took a deep breath then stayed silent for a few minutes. whilst closing my eyes, i started to feel heavy and cold on the inside. i froze for a second as i felt someone move behind me which i'm sure wasn't robbie.

alarmed, i scooted a little closer to him since we were a few inches apart. i thought that it was just the air and the nostalgic feeling that i've had lately— all of a sudden, i felt someone touch my left shoulder. i felt my heart stop for a second when i realised no one was behind me.

"robin, did you put your hand on my shoulder?" i questioned as i immediately stood up from the blanket. 

"no, why?" robin said whilst shaking his head no.

"i felt someone touch my shoulder." i replied. "it felt like as if a figure's behind me, it felt cold." honestly speaking, i was internally freaking my shit out.