Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews and the follows and the faves! Here's the third chapter and it's Robin's pov. I was originally going to post Regina's, but this jumped at me and made me write it.

Thanks to gelibass (reginashappiness on tumblr) for the pre-read, pre-approve, and for the wonderful tears, I appreciate it.

Now on with the angst, er, story.

Chapter Three

If You Ever Come Back

"I'm risking everything I own, but there isn't anything I can lose in the break in that you haven't taken."

"You're crazy man," John Little, his best friend, tells him as he enters the empty apartment. John's booming voice wakes Robin from his restless slumber (he'd been sleeping on the couch, unable to sleep in the bed he used to occupy with her, the pain of sleeping there without her in his arms too much to bear, but he does keep her pillow with him, hadn't even bothered to change it because he can still smell her, her scent lingering on the last piece that he has that is hers).

Robin opens his eyes, blinks, trying to clear his vision, trying to wake just enough to be coherent. He sees John looking at him with groceries in one hand and some take-out food on the other. Robin sighs and surveys the room. He hasn't really bothered to clean up since Regina had left him, hadn't been able to do much other than drink some more and pass out, only to wake with a wicked headache the next morning. He does the same thing every day, repeats the cycle every night. He's lost count of the number of bottles he'd drunk since that night. Mr. Clark from the convenient store a block from his apartment must be able to fund a trip by now.

Robin stands up and offers to help John, who'd waved him off and tried to walk towards the kitchen without tripping. It had been a struggle.

There are bottles everywhere, the only proof of his liquor-filled nights as he doesn't even have any recollection of them. The clutter of the once pristine apartment is something that Regina would have disapproved of, if she'd been there, anyway.

Better yet, the clutter won't have existed with her there.

"The mess takes up space," she'd tell him with a disgusted scrunch of her nose, her lips turning into a frown. She would pick up the piles of mess and leave no trace of it behind. She likes everything clean.

He'd promised her once that he was going to buy them a house fit for her, a queen, promised himself that he'd give her everything she deserved, but she'd always have the same answer whenever he'd tell her of his plans.

"Nonsense," she tells him, "I don't need a mansion or any of those stupid things. I've had it and it had been the loneliest, most dreadful experience. I don't care about the house, all I care about is that we live there together…happy and in love."

He'd agreed with her then. It hadn't really mattered to him, all he'd ever wanted was for her to be happy. But that doesn't seem possible now, does it?

"You left your door open man," John says as he comes back into the room, take-out in hand, offering them to Robin who waves his hand off and points to the table. John sighs, but places the food on what space he could find on the table. "You must have been drunk off your ass again."

Robin plops down the couch with a grunt, regretting it as his headache seems to intensify with the action. He looks away from his friend and bites his lip. "I left it open," Robin admits quietly.

"What?" John asks, clearly surprised. "What do you mean you left it open?"

It's stupid and Robin knows that, but he can't help it, can't help but leave the door open in case she returns, in case she wants to come home. She'd left her keys the last time she'd been there to collect her things, and that had been that, had felt like closure for her, but it hadn't for him, it only managed to shatter his heart. He'd known then that she wasn't planning on coming back, in his mind he knew just that, but his heart had betrayed him, and he had kept hoping since then, kept wishing she'd come back, tell him she'd changed her mind and she needs him as much as he does her.

He'd left the door open in case she wanted to come home.

But she never had, never did.

"You're making it easy for the burglars," John points out, and it's a fair point, Robin concedes, but not something he considers.

"There isn't anything of value in here," Robin replies with a wave of his hand. "Nothing in here that matters that she hasn't taken with her."

John looks at him sadly, clearly not used to this Robin, to the wallowing Robin who drunk like a fish and pined for the woman he loves so. But what is there to do?

"Robin," John says and it's a mixture of warning and pity, and Robin knows that John doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to say, can only watch his best friend as he drops his head in the cradle of his palms, sobs that don't fall racking his body, the pain that is so clear to anyone who would spare a glance at Robin tearing him apart at the seams.

John doesn't need to say that Regina is not coming home, not anymore, Robin already knows that.

"She was all I had, John," Robin says with a shake of his head. "All that mattered to me and she's gone. And I know, I know that she's gone, that she won't be coming back, that I've fucked it up so badly that she's…she's not coming home anymore because this is no longer her home."

John remains silent knowing Robin needs this, needs to let it out, that the pain has been eating at him for so long, and he needs to get it out.

"In my mind I know that, know that she's no longer mine, but my heart whispers a different thing, and I can't help but hold out hope that there is a part of her that she's left with me, that somehow, she's just as incomplete as I am right now, that there is a part of her that can't live without me, because that's me, John. I can't live without her."

"You can't keep doing this to yourself, Robin," John says, and it's the only thing he can say, only thing that should be said, because he is right, Robin can't keep doing this to himself.

If he could take back time, he would. And if he could just undo things, past events, he would. He would do anything to have her back in his arms. Because he knows, he is certain that that is exactly where she belongs—in his arms.

And it feels so empty now that she isn't there.

"But I love her," Robin says, "and I'm just not ready to say goodbye to her just yet."

And maybe he never will be.

A/N: How was that? Would love to hear your thoughts! And thanks for those who have given me suggestions for songs, I've listed them down and are considering a fair few. Would love to hear more! Also, Let's Play A Game update coming up! :)