Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin... Yet. OFF TO THE STUDIO!

Recap:

"I'm going back to Italy." Amon looked to the floor. Was she expecting him to say something? How was he supposed to react? She wasn't going to leave forever. He only hoped. He regained his composure.

"When will you be coming back?" He asked, still not taking his eyes off the floor. She was silent, so he looked up.

"I might... not be coming back." Shit. That sucked... hard.

Now:

Amon lost his breath. Composure gone. Just breathe, just breathe. He felt like his heart was being pulled into thousands of different places, and it hurt. His mind was racing. He took her for granted most of the time, and now she was leaving. He didn't know how to deal with this. Except for one way.

"Amon?" Robin was concerned at his silence.

"I have to go." Amon pulled his coat from the back of the chair and he rushed out the door. Robin stayed behind. 'Maybe he did care' She thought.

Amon pulled his car into the parking space and got out. He walked up to his room and hung his coat up on the rack. 'Ugh, what am I gonna do? ' He pushed a cup of instant noodles into the microwave and fell onto the couch. He'd seep on the decision for now. He was tired and needed to think with a clear head. Until morning, he needed to drown out the situation. He reached for the clicker and pressed the power button.

"So what's on?" He asked himself. Romance click romance click romance click romance. Damnit! Why does everything just end up like that! He pulled a movie of his own and popped in a DVD. The Matrix, no romance there, just action. He grabbed his noodles and pressed play.

The credits rolled down the screen. Ah shit, wrong again. Well, you can't have a movie with two people of different genders not have an intimate relationship. Amon glanced at the clock: 11:37. He really needed some sleep. He turned off the television and went to his room. Once he changed, he pulled back the black cotton sheets and lay in bed. She drifted to sleep thinking of a certain young hunter.

Robin took a taxi to her apartment since her scooter was broken. But she couldn't get her mind off what happened at the office. Amon looked... well, almost troubled. The cab pulled up to the building, Robin paid the driver, and climbed the staircase to her room.

"Oh hey Touko." Robin said as she pulled open the door. Touko was already dressed in her pajamas and was treating herself to a glass of water. She set the now empty glass on the counter and smiled.

"Oh, hey, Robin. You're home late."

"Yea, I had uh... a lot of stuff to do." Robin replied, remembering the incident.

'Well, I'm going to bed now. Night Robin."

"Good-night." Touko walked off towards her room. Robin heard the door close and the lights click off. Although Touko was probably beat, those extra cups of coffee kept Robin pretty awake. 'Well, might as well do something to pass the time...' She thought. She walked toward the TV and turned it on. The starting screen for The Notebook lit the almost completely dark room. 'Hm, haven't seen this before.' She grabbed the clicker and pressed play. She fell asleep on the couch with the movie still playing...

"That's what we do, we fight! You tell me when I'm being and arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass. Which you are 99 of the time..."