My room was cold, just the way I liked it. Because the world was cold, and who was I to disallusion myself? Still, Robin was shivering when I brought her in, whether from cold or shock I didnt know.
"Wait here," I said softly before disappearing down the hall. The bathroom was ornately decorated, because my mom had done it up and my dad couldnt bring himself to change. Ever.
When I returned with a dampened washcloth, it was to see Robin sitting precariously on the edge of my bed. "I'm sorry," I muttered, not that it would help. Words could never help, only hurt. Words were devouringly evil and never good.
Robin shrugged. "It happens, I guess."
"Yeah, but it shouldnt."
A strange silence fell over us then, as I began to wipe gently at the blood on her alabaster skin. She let out a little whimper, barely audible. I couldnt help but wince, because I so longed not to hurt her anymore than she already had been. She needed someone to protect her, someone to save her. And I had to be the one to do it. I just had to.
Robin looked up at me then, wide eyes rimmed with the first crystalizations of tears. "Please dont cry," I whispered. I didnt think I could stand to see her break down. Not when I stood so close to the edge myself.
"I'm not strong enough for this," She said in that little voice of hers.
I wanted to say something but didnt know what there was left, so instead I swallowed back my fears and hurt and pride and pain. I leaned in towards her, pulled by her overwhelming allue, and I kissed her.