Those were very dark times. They have both said incredibly painful things to each other throughout their journey together and apart in this city.
Every painful moment, every word that slipped out has lead them back to here.
He regrets ever having hurt her, and he knows that he has time and time again, but he wouldn't change it. He wouldn't take it back. Where they are, here next to one another after everything, it's where they are meant to be.
When he walked away from her in the park, he had thought that maybe everything had turned out the way that it should be. It was fate for it to turn out so horribly, for him to lose her. He had thought that she would be happier away from him and his destructive life, and it's how it was meant to be.
He had been right about fate, but not right about the story fate had for them. What he had thought had been an ending was only the start of a new beginning. He has never been more happy to be wrong.
"It never hurts to repeat," Robin says with a smile, watching her lips tremble and catching them with his mouth, slow and soft and sweet against that smile that he loves.
He is different. They are both different, but somehow they're the same too.
Older and wiser.
His fingers explore her hand when her hand flattens against his. He follows the lines, the curves and angles of the bones.
"Alright," he says, locking fingers together and leaning in to kiss her again. He doesn't pull back very far when he smiles, a breath away from kissing her again.
Every painful moment, every word that slipped out has lead them back to here.
He regrets ever having hurt her, and he knows that he has time and time again, but he wouldn't change it. He wouldn't take it back. Where they are, here next to one another after everything, it's where they are meant to be.
When he walked away from her in the park, he had thought that maybe everything had turned out the way that it should be. It was fate for it to turn out so horribly, for him to lose her. He had thought that she would be happier away from him and his destructive life, and it's how it was meant to be.
He had been right about fate, but not right about the story fate had for them. What he had thought had been an ending was only the start of a new beginning. He has never been more happy to be wrong.
"It never hurts to repeat," Robin says with a smile, watching her lips tremble and catching them with his mouth, slow and soft and sweet against that smile that he loves.
He is different. They are both different, but somehow they're the same too.
Older and wiser.
His fingers explore her hand when her hand flattens against his. He follows the lines, the curves and angles of the bones.
"Alright," he says, locking fingers together and leaning in to kiss her again. He doesn't pull back very far when he smiles, a breath away from kissing her again.
They'll stay in, on the floor, pressed close.
"There's no where else I'd rather be."
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