Broke up with my ex, still like him, feeling very angsty, this is the result… Robin's POV. I know it moves too fast, but I'm really lacking my muse. Diatribe isn't really what I'm craving right now.

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Disclaimer: Everything I want to own slips away like grains of sand through my fingers! Especially WHR.

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Sometimes, when there's a moment when we're not on a hunt, I'd sit in the office, just watching him. His features never change. His grey slate eyes show no emotion. His pale face never exhibits passion. And while watching, there's a yearning in my heart, a wish, a desire; if there's anything in the world I could ask for, it's be to see one, just one smile grace his beautiful lips.

Would I be selfish if I wanted the smile to be for me?

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"Robin, what are you doing? Hurry!" I was ushered out the door and into the car by Karasuma. Another day, another witch, how different could it be today?

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"DOWN, DOWN, DOWN! " Who was yelling this time? I couldn't tell. Bullets were flying and heavy objects were thrown like weightless rag-dolls. I dropped my glasses. I couldn't focus. Karasuma was firing, Sakaki was down, and Dojima was franticly tending to him. And Amon. Amon was shooting like a true marksman. Holding up like a brick wall even though his wounds bled profusely. I crawled around on my hands and knees, searching blindly for my glasses.

"Robin! ROBIN!"

BANG!

Moments like these do not strike casually. Moments of inexplicable terror and pain where your heart lunges into your throat and your mind loses all consciousness, and you look through eyes can't possibly be yours. For the sights of horror and revulsion that these eyes lay upon are too terrible to be of your own circumstance. But this moment struck me like a bullet.

No. It was a bullet.

A-Amon? This couldn't be Amon. This wasn't Amon. This Amon was too strong to be lying there in front of me. Bleeding. Gasping for air.

"AMON!" I screeched. "AMON!" Time froze for me. Staring at him, writhing on the floor. But the bullets, the sounds, the projectiles, kept streaming through the air. I did as much as I could. But that wasn't enough. He stopped moving.

"No… No, Amon… NO!"

I screamed. In agony, in anger, in pain, in remorse; I don't remember, but everything lit like a match. The whole building began to burn. Beams collapsed into ashes. The ceiling fell in pieces. And I sat, with him in my arms. And I cried. I cried until blackness enclosed me. And everything was gone.

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I woke up. The sunlight blinded my eyes. It was peacefully quiet except the slow beep of the machine. A hospital?

I stayed in that bed a few days, maybe a week. I didn't say anything, not one word, that entire week. The shock of that night shook me to my core. What happened to Karasuma, Dojima, Sakaki, and Amon? Were they alright? If they were harmed, it was because of me, wasn't it?

It was either Saturday or Sunday, I never paid attention to the days anymore, but Karasuma, Sakaki, Dojima, and even Michael visited me. Karasuma had a bandaged hand and a few scratches. Dojima had a cast on her arm. Sakaki was on crutches. Michael wore that silly grin. The one he wore when I'd visit him at the factory with donuts and coffee. And the five of us just talked; for hours probably. Sometimes, we'd touch on that night. I'd fall silent and we'd change the subject. And the entire time I wondered. How could I bring myself to ask about him?

It got late and the four of them left. And I sat with the thoughts running through my mind.

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A few days later, I was released. Without hesitation, I asked the front desk about Amon. He was there, but not visitors were allowed. "He is in no state to see anyone," she told me. Though, I admit guiltily that persuasion is one of my hidden talents. She took me to his room and I was given only a half an hour. Did I need anymore?

Heart wrenching is the only way to describe it. Invincible Amon lying helpless on a hospital bed. What hurt even more: His face held the same stoic features. I walked slowly, and sat in the chair. I sat for five minutes just watching him. Watching his chest rise and fall with the slow rhythm of his breathing. But that wasn't why I went there. I needed to tell him something, even though he couldn't hear it.

"Amon…" He showed no signs of response. "Amon, I wanted to… I mean, I came to say…" I sighed. How could I get this out? I took a deep breath.

"Amon, I've been waiting to say this, thinking I'd have another day to tell you." I reached my hand out and stroked his still and with my thumb. "But now, I realize I won't always have another chance. Someday…" Tears welled in my eyes. "Someday, I won't be able to see you… To… To hear your voice." Wet tears rolled down my cheeks. "You won't always be there for me, Amon. That scares me." And bent my head down and cried in his hand. "Amon, I don't want you leave. I want to know you're always going to be okay…" I choked back sobs, but they overwhelmed me. "And Amon… I don't want to see you go… Because… Amon… I-Iloveyou…" I sobbed uncontrollably. "I love you."

Unexpectedly, his hand wrapped around my own, and another cupped my chin and raised it up. I lifted my eyes and my heart leapt.

He was smiling.

At me.

And those lips, the very ones I had hoped would curl upward into a small measure of joy, brushed against mine.

"I love you too, Robin."

And it was that moment, I realized: He wasn't smiling at me.

He was smiling for me.