A/n: this chapter is going to be about Robin's pov
*I look at y/n*
R: I know.
I smile we were talking about Finney but as i waited for a reply all I got was y/n zoning out
R: y/n?
y/n's eyes quickly turned to look at me
Y: sorry Robin, but i think you need to clean up all the blood on your face
I forgot about the blood on my face it had now dried up. Maybe that's why y/n couldn't concentrate.
R: your right i guess I'll be right back
as i try to get up it feels like a million needles are stabbing into me i collapse back onto the ground
y: maybe I should like. um get the stuff for you
R: yeah... sure
y/n gets up and walks away, i sit there my blood drenching my clothes. In a way i feeled relived but. I guess thats the person i am, the person to ditch his best friend for a movie. The person to not cry when their family member dies, i don't know what's wrong with me but it's something
Y/n: Robin
A/n: rest in peace to our beloved queen Elizabeth II xx I'm sorry this is so short I'm struggling right now and I'm making a new story!!! so get ready for that i love you all