Short and sweet little epilogue for all the wonderful reviewers who didn't want me to end it in such a horrible way. Enjoy!
The rain fell gently against Robin's window in a light drizzle as she leaned her head against the cool glass, staring down into the street. It was empty but for a few cars with their muted headlights streaming in front of them.
Robin let one ragged sigh escape her lips as she attempted to ignore the throbbing in her head. She thought it had only been a few days since she had been let out of the hospital, but she couldn't be too sure. All of the days seemed to run together lately, every moment a blur barely distinguishable from the next.
Shaking her head slowly to clear her mind, Robin tried to remind herself that the doctor had said the medicine would make her feel slightly disoriented for awhile. Truthfully, Robin thought the medicine had already worn off, and it was her own emotions that were clouding her sense of reality. Part of her was sure her memory was just playing tricks on her, or that she had already been unconscious and dreaming.
Robin's eyes fluttered open slowly and she found herself staring straight into Amon's stormy gray eyes, and for once they shone with the light of unmasked fear mingled with relief. Relief at seeing her alive, hearing her heart beating.
It took her a moment to register the sharp pain that shot through her body, but at that moment, she was hardly even aware of it. She felt like ice underneath the black cloth, and her skin seemed to burn under the feel of Amon's arms around her.
Robin tried to call out to him, but pain and exhaustion crashed down on her and she could no longer hold herself up, let alone force her lips to move.
Hanging on the edge of consciousness, Robin's whole body had become numb. She was only aware of Amon's ragged breath against her neck. The sound alone comforted her more than any other in the world.
"I love you." Spoken in a hardly audible whisper, infinitely deeper and darker than the night, Robin wouldn't have been sure he had spoken at all if she hadn't been close enough to feel his lips brush her skin as he spoke the words she had waited so long to hear.
Suddenly Robin was being lifted off the ground, and the sudden movement stole the last piece of consciousness she had left.
Robin was brought back to the present by the increased pounding of the rain, drowning out her thoughts. She gave up dwelling on the memory and stood. Robin started to walk towards her bed, but stopped to stare out of the window one last time.
Her broken reflection stared back at her and she hung her head slightly. "I must have been dreaming. Amon would never have said—"
"But he did," a deep voice interrupted her.
Spinning around, Robin would have fallen over from the blood that rushed straight to her head if Amon had not grabbed her and pulled her to him.
Steadied by his grip, Robin raised her head gently to look into his eyes, allowing herself to become lost in them as his lips met hers.