Notes:
I have a few notes so you don't get confused before moving on to the chapter.
I talked about The Lily of the Valley in the chapter.
Madame de Mortsauf is an unhappy married woman. Felix is a teenager she met when he had a visitor at her house. Felix falls in love with Madame de Mortsauf, but the woman resists this love for a while but later accepts it.
For those who haven't read the book, I leave the rest to the chapter. I don't want the excitement to fade.
An important point; Henriette is the name of Madame de Mortsauf's aunt, later Felix called her that way.
The quote I made from The Lily of the Valley may be different in the English version of the book, I could not find the original. This is how it was written in the translated version in my language. I translated it to english myself.
I don't know much about politics and administration. I just wanted to add my own comment. There is no judgment or opinion about any country. The Kingdom of Storybrooke and its government are entirely fictional.
Reminder in the final chapter: The characters in the story don't belong to me, except for a few, and I have no rights over them.
This chapter talks about domestic psychological and physical violence. Please skip if it doesn't suit you.
This chapter complies with the prompts from OQ Prompts:
#15: OQ as parents
#138: Reunion
#263: A secret getting revealed
#270: Shoulder to cry on
Let's get to the final chapter. You will find my detailed commentary, which I say goodbye to this story, in the end notes. Enjoy!
In the previous chapter
"Two bullets hit your body. Unfortunately, someone completely ruptured your kidney, we had to remove it." A confused expression appeared on her face as her shaped brows furrowed. "We were able to repair the damage to your liver. We will follow your head trauma and your adaptation process. I'll leave you alone for now, we can talk in more detail later when I come to check. Let me know immediately if you have a problem. Get well soon."
"I… Was I dying?"
Regina has always been the bravest. She did what was said to be impossible, she ran blindly to risks that no one dared to dare… And she said everything that was afraid to be said in one go.
She was filled with the need to take back what she had said for the first time as a suppressed sob rose from her son -Oh, why didn't you tell me Henry was here?!- , whose presence in the room his father had not noticed behind the body.
"Henry, sweetie…" His tear-drenched face came into view. The boy quickly but carefully sank down on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his mother's hand. "I'm fine."
"You weren't. I was so scared. I didn't feel like enough before-I never said it. I know-and I'm so sorry. I was so afraid of losing you. I understood before, but I didn't say it." He continued to take short breaths as he sequenced his unconnected sentences one after the other. "I can't lose you. Please don't leave me. I… I love you so much, mom!"
She had lost count of the number of times she had broken the years-long rule of "keep your personal life private". But this is the end. No one will ever talk about the Queen's love life, her son, her family, her marriage, her ex-husband.
For the last time, she will go behind this microphone and make a statement that will radically change both Storybrooke's and her own life, and she will return to where she belongs.
Welcoming the curious glances, she walked confidently to the podium set in front of the country's parliament. Her flawless mask, which adorns her face every time she appears before the public and the press, is intact, her charming smile and confident gaze are just right.
"I wish all Storybrooke a good day. Thanks for coming.
First of all, I would like to talk about the unfortunate situation I had two weeks ago. I have previously announced and explained in detail the agreement we will sign with our kingdom's own companies for our domestic productions, which we have been working on for a long time and will contribute greatly to the economy of Storybrooke. Since then, I have been receiving threatening messages regularly, foreign companies that our king had previously negotiated with did not welcome this deal, so they tried to scare me.
In this struggle for our country, I think this assassination attempt was made on Storybrooke, not me. I lost a kidney, almost lost my liver and even my life. But I will not let Storybrooke lose.
We are here today for two purposes. First…" Graham quickly drew a piece of paper from the folders and placed it in front of the queen.
"I sign the agreement with you. I hope it brings better days to Stroybrooke." Cries of 'Long live Queen Regina' echoed throughout the country as she signed the paper and put it back in the file.
She paused for a moment to quiet the crowd again and cast her eyes over them like a queen.
"I wasn't scared. Stroybrooke wasn't scared, it won't be. You, as the people of a country, deserve your own will without limits. This country deserves to shine in the light of the republic, not to be shadowed under the monarchy." She could clearly make out the shouts of surprise from the crowd gathered around her, the expressions on their faces. "This is why… The Kingdom of Storybrooke is being abolished by consensus of the Assembly and me."
A Week Ago In The Hospital
"A woman would rather see the man she loves in death than see the man she loves made happy by another wom-"
"Guess what? The doctor said mom could have coffee."
Regina pulled her eyes away from the man she fell in love with and turned her head towards the opening door as Robin put the separator between the unfinished page of The Lily of the Valley and closed it.
Henry's calling her the 24th mom since last week made her heart pound like it was going to explode like the first time.
"Did I interrupt? I brought you coffee."
"You never interrupt, honey, especially with that glass in your hand."
Robin dropped the book from his lap before he suddenly got up when Regina moves to sit up straighter in her bed. He put his arm around her waist and helped her change her position, then smoothed out the pillows behind her.
The hazel-eyed boy set the three cardboard cups down on the small hospital table and picked up the book his father had dropped.
"Have you read?" Feeling his blue eyes on him, he lifted his head from the cover of the book.
"No." He handed one of the glasses he had left on the table to his mother, and handed the other along with the book to Robin. He asked as he sat down in the chair next to the bed with the last one. "What is it about?"
"It's about a woman stuck in an unhappy marriage and her impossible love."
Henry's eyes involuntarily fell on the woman in bed as the feeling of resemblance swirled around the small room like a mist. Regina staring intently at the sheet over her, frowning as if there was an image in white fabric. Although this situation seemed partly meaningless to Henry, who had not read the book, Robin knew at that moment that she had put herself in Madame de Mortsauf's place. Reaching out, his fingers entwined with her delicate hand, he pulled her out of her delusions.
"She looks like you." Only Henry had the courage to speak up. "Is that why you're reading? But your love isn't impossible, you aren't trapped in an unhappy marriage. At least for now."
"You're not wrong, baby, but I've got a lot of stuff from the past that I'm dragging behind me. It's time for me to get rid of them, that's why we read the book. Because I don't want to be Madame de Mortsauf."
"I don't understand. What's going on with Madame de Mortsauf?"
"She dies." The weight of the word made her voice tremble for a moment. "She's so in love with Felix that she lets him go and be happy."
Henry began to suspect that the story was telling about his parents.
"But her jealousy is the end of her. She gets sick and dies."
The boy took a deep breath when his mother told the end of the story. It's definitely not them. Even during their sixteen-year separation, Robin never put anyone in Regina's place, she had no one to jealousy. He's sure, she won't have anymore.
"That's how it's described in the book, but I think it's the burden of her marriage that ends Henriette's life. I want to change the ending of my own story."
While the two puzzled faces listened intently to what she had to say, he extended her free hand to her son and received support from her two favorite people.
"There is something that has been on my mind for a long time. First of all, I want to share with you. I- I don't want to be queen anymore. I just want to be with you, with my family."
"You are always with us, darling. We will never leave you."
"I know, but Robin, that's not what we always wanted."
If they showed their situation to Regina and Robin, who had been sitting under the apple tree at the lake house for hours dreaming of their future family, they would have fled Storybrooke and even the world, holding hands and not looking back.
They always wanted to have a peaceful home where their children play in their garden and come alive with the voice of their loved ones.
"Regina what you mean…"
"Yes." She said smiling timidly.
"How? Is this possible?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Henry, I can declare you my heir…"
"I don't want it, mom! Never! I don't want anything that makes you suffer."
Mother counter: 25
Oh! How did they come this far? The day when her son, who was looking at her with love in his eyes, kicked her out of the house and shattered her heart, and she felt that she had no purpose left in life, feels like years ago.
"I know, dear. I would never make you do anything you don't want. So I have a solution that will save us all from this. I will change the management system."
Now
"I am a citizen of Storybrooke who will vote with you to elect our president to lead us in the next election from today. I request you to accept me as Regina Mills as you have accepted me as your queen."
She had to suppress the soaring conversations that drowned out her own voice again. Although she knew that her decision would not please the royalists, she still stood firm in the face of a possible threat. No matter how much he said he wasn't afraid, she was terrified to face the danger of being cut off from her family once again. She longed to finish her speech as soon as possible and return to the arms of her son and her now official lover.
"Storybrooke Palace was planned to be the headquarters of the charitable foundation to be established with the royal treasury. The kingdom properties located all over the country will be transferred to this foundation and will be made ready for use according to need. I guarantee that it will be used for orphans, children, the needy. The members to be appointed will be determined by election. I will complete all necessary procedures before resigning from my position.
I have been proud to serve Storybrooke for 16 years, to be queen of this kingdom. I wish all our future managers to share the same pride. Thank you everyone."
She came down from the podium, leaving the crowd in amazement. The voices of approval and disapproval mingled as she walked to her car, but Storybrooke would learn to get over, to have absolute will. Just like former queen. Tomorrow morning was the first day of Regina's free life dominated by her absolute will. Here is something worth celebrating!
She ran to her family with the joy of a bird freed from all its burdens and ready to take wings.
As the clock on the wall showed nearly midnight, Regina closed the last box of her personal belongings in her study room.
An hour ago, Henry who was exhausted, was asleep in the armchair directly across from the table, tucked into the pillows. The cotton blanket on his was covered after he slept, after a small kiss was placed on his forehead by her mother.
Regina and Robin, who continued to pack more quietly so that their son would not wake up, were now tired too, but they wanted to pack everything up and leave, never to return.
"Regina! What the hell are you doing?" Seeing the woman move to remove the box from the table, Robin cried out in a whisper. He walked around the chair by the window, rushed to her side, and took the box out of her hands.
"It wasn't heavy."
"Heavy for your situation." He dropped the several-pound books on the floor and stood again in front of the woman he loved. He took her hands in his, and kissed them like the most precious thing in the world. "You shouldn't tire yourself."
"You've already done all the work, I'm fine, nothing to worry about." She let out a reassuring smile, Her heart was beating -like it can explode- with such love at the way he dotes on her.
"You don't know the hell I went through those three days, how scared I was of losing you." He released one of his hands and raised it to her face, the tips of his fingers tucked into her hair. "I can't live without you for another minute."
The day he thought she was going to die, they shared a small moment that ended the longing for her lips, that day was also the day when there were no more hidden feelings. They gave up the slow steps they took to put their relationship on a solid foundation, why should they walk in fear on a path they are already sure of? They have no time to lose, they have a lifetime ahead of them.
The brunette woman pulled the man to herself as the love in her heart overflowed into her eyes. She felt the lips that she felt when there were bullets in her body that were breaking her organs, this time with a love that renewed all her cells.
Robin's hand slipped through her hands and settled on her waist. She trembled with excitement like a teenager kissing for the first time, worried she wouldn't be able to stand. She blamed it for being her first real kiss in sixteen years and her love that had remained as intense as the first day. She was not a timid woman. He closed the gap so that even air could not pass between them while leaning her back against the bookshelf.
She didn't open her eyes, feeling the tears pooling inside when their lips parted, until she felt the familiar soft fingers on her face again. She let drops fall as her lashes parted to meet the chocolate orbs with the ocean ones.
"Why are you crying?" Before the woman had a chance to answer, he took a panicked step back and lowered his eyes to her seams. "Did I hurt you? Does it hurt?"
As former queen smiled through her tears, she took his hands and brought him closer to her again. "You would never hurt me. It's just… I didn't think I'd be able to feel this way again." She turned her head for a moment and looked at her son, who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa. "We can get together, be happy."
"I promise it won't stop. You are my future, darling, and I will dedicate my life to making you both happy."
They had time to share a few more kisses and hugs before being interrupted by Henry's sleepy voice.
"Are you finished?"
They pulled away as their arms fell around each other.
"We're done, honey. Let me show you to your room, I talked to Emma, and she said you can stay here. Robin, I had your room prepared too."
"Hmm, who would have thought that the queen would give her final orders for us?" Robin made the two meanings of life laugh as he wrapped his arm around her waist again.
Before leaving Henry's room, they had the opportunity to do the goodnight part they hadn't been able to do in all their missed years, lay the boy on his bed and cover him as if he were five years old instead of fifteen. They almost offered to read the story, but Henry gave himself over to sleep before they did. They just kissed their son with love.
Regina was about to show Robin his room when she realized she had left her phone in the study room.
"I'm a kid old enough to find my own room. In exchange for giving me my goodnight kiss now, we can break up here." The blond man said.
"Don't you want me to cover you up?" She responded to his flirtation.
"If you knew what I wanted you to cover me up with, would you still want to come to my room?" He asked as he took a step towards her.
"Unless it's a quilt." Regina slammed her upper and lower lashes together in one eye.
"Oh sure, something to keep me warmer." Robin whispered between her lips and pressed his own against the red ones.
"I'll tell you what is this after your wounds are fully healed." He said, even though he was sure she knew he was talking about her. "Good night, my love."
"Good night, thief. Your room is the door on the right at the end of the hall."
After leaving Robin, she went back to the completely empty room and picked up her phone, which she had left on the table. While she was passing by Henry's room, she slowly opened the door and checked him one last time.
As she headed for the stairs, a beam of light that shouldn't have been in the hallway caught her attention. She had her heart in her mouth when she realized which room with the door still open. Cursing herself for forgetting to tell Robin his room was upstairs, she walked down the hallway as fast as her seams would allow. The fact that she had never walked this fast in this part of the palace, that her feet had pulled her back over the years, made her heart bleed. As proof that some things have never changed, exactly two years later, she was walking on the same carpet, to the same door, trembling with fear.
Before she even got to the front of the room she called out, so maybe he hears her voice and get out of that damn place before she has to get in.
"Robin! It wasn't there."
"I noticed that a while ago." She was looking through the open door when she heard an unfamiliar tone of voice.
"Where are you, Robin?" She called out again when she couldn't see the man in the part the door allowed. It still had all of her past inside, as she hadn't stepped back or touched anything since the last time she left that room. Nevertheless she couldn't stand there, knowing that Robin was facing facts that she never wanted him to see or know.
As soon as the tip of her shoes were inside, a familiar feeling already gripped her body. She was dying to get Robin out of there and get away.
She proceeded, being careful not to turn her head to the photograph hanging on the wall to her right.
"Robin…"
Standing in front of the closet on the side of the perfectly made bed, the man slowly turned towards the woman standing in the middle of the room. Regina was startled when she saw what he was holding in his hand, she involuntarily took a step back.
A man. A woman. The same closet. Same materials. The woman is the same. The man is different. But the vision is the same. In fact, it is so much the same that the woman cannot even distinguish that the person in front of her is looking at her with a mixture of love and concern in her eyes, unlike the man in the memory that appears in her mind.
"Regina?"
Noticing the sudden change in her mood, Robin took a step to close the distance between them, and Regina stepped back equally. He stopped quickly and turned his eyes from the woman to his hands on which her eyes are fixed. He dropped the ropes and tried again.
"Regina, it's me, Robin. Look at me."
The woman, who seemed to have come out of a trance, only found the strength to whisper. "Get me out of here."
Knowing that it was the last time she was coming out of her hell in his arms around her waist, she looked at the photo of her life-destroying wedding day hanging on the cream-colored wall.
It was only after she stepped out into the hallway and the door closed that Regina felt herself able to breathe fully. As Robin continued to hold her tight, he asked if she was okay. She just nodded before saying that her room was upstairs.
"Robin?" Her voice, no trace of its chirping, broke the silence in the already asleep palace. "Can you stay with me? I do not want to be alone."
"Of course, my love, there is nothing more I could want for."
They lie on the bed like an old memory, the man's fingers running between the black wires with the woman's head resting on his chest. Not a word was exchanged between them, even though it had been almost an hour since they had left Leopold's old room. Robin won't ask anything, Regina will share the contents with him when she feels better.
"Zelena told me you read my patient file." The heaviness on the lawyer's heart eased a little, as her voice sounded better than the last time he had heard it.
"I wanted to take the case, but I couldn't help my feelings. I didn't want to invade your space."
Regina looked up and met his eyes. Robin pulled his arm away from her shoulder so that she could sit comfortably and took her hand.
"Are you worrying about my space, thief, when you have occupied all of my heart and soul?"
Robin laughed at the fact that she was regaining her flirtatious mood despite her broken voice. "I have nothing to worry about, milady, since I know I've already stolen you."
"You can't steal something that's been given to you."
He wanted to passionately close the lips, where the words that gave him the world were filtered through, but something he saw in her eyes prevented him from doing so. He knew in the depths of his soul that she had forced herself into this flirtation, in order to ward off and even forget what had happened in that room earlier in the evening, when he turned to her with the ropes in his hand. He didn't need to see it in her eyes, but the traces were very clear there too.
It wasn't her lips that hit his lips, but her hand he was holding. He placed small kisses right on her knuckles.
"Regina, you know you can talk to me, sweetheart."
The little smile on her face disappeared so quickly that he could have sworn it wasn't there a second ago.
"About what?"
"Everything. Everything you want."
She was going to say that she didn't really want to talk about anything, that she just wanted to get into his arms and fall into a peaceful sleep, but her lips which parted to let out the words, suddenly closed back. With so much going on in her head, she would not even be able to sleep peacefully in Robin's arms. She felt that she no longer had to lift all the weight alone with the only person by her side who could free her of all her burdens.
"It may be easier if we get through the hardest right away, let's start with the hospital report. How much do you know?"
"It just said it was an ectopic pregnancy. When I asked Zelena, she said I needed to talk to you."
The woman nodded, biting her lip. The tension of the veins on her hands, which she held together in her lap, increased with each squeezing of her fingers.
"It was because of me. Everything I've been through, all the pain I've suffered is because of my decisions, my thoughts. I wanted you to be happy, I left you, I suffered. Leopold wanted an heir. I didn't want. I didn't want that baby, it didn't happen. I suffered again."
"Hey, it wasn't your fault. Regina, it wasn't your fault!"
"How can it not be, Robin? For months, I prayed it wouldn't happen, when I wasn't mothering Henry, I didn't want to do it to another child. And I didn't want it so badly that, God took my motherhood completely from me." She said as a tear fell from her eye. "But you know what was the worst? When I felt the child that I hated even the idea of it, I loved it too much to want to break up with it even though I knew there was something wrong. I was afraid to go to the doctor, somehow I knew that they would take it from me. Even on the day my baby was taken from me, I didn't say anything to anyone until I passed out from blood loss. I thought it wouldn't be true if I didn't. I won't leave it as I left Henry… My motherhood almost wouldn't be the only thing I lost because of resisting the consequences of what went through my own heart and brain - resisting myself."
"I hate every second I can't be there to prevent everything you're going through."
"You couldn't, Robin. When I woke up in that hospital bed a week later, I realized how right the decision I made three years ago was. If I had insisted on not leaving you... I could have lost you completely. You were safe when you were not with me."
"I didn't want to be safe, I wanted to keep you safe. I wanted you to be happy."
"I was safe because you were safe."
When the sadness on Robin's face gave way to an expression of not understanding, it was time to reveal the last truth that remained hidden.
"Leopold was the most jealous person I know. He saw that I was not happy with him, he was never a stupid man. He was always afraid that I would leave him, not knowing that he scared me too much to even dare to leave him. He declared people I never knew my lover because I spoke a single word, and accused me of cheating him. And I avoided mentioning your name or even thinking about it. It was as if he could see, hear and find you even there. The price of keeping all three of us safe was to be doomed to live with my memories. I accepted it voluntarily."
"Regina…" He knew before he could hear that this conversation was getting to a point he didn't like. But it was not the traces of the past that frightened him, but the feelings of the woman sitting in front of him right now.
Regina interrupted the attempt to intervene. "The last time I entered that room was the day Leopold died. Even in that hallway. It doesn't remind me of nice things. I didn't mean to treat you that way, sorry."
"My love, you are not the one who should be sorry. Just me. The moment I entered that room, I should have gone back. I shouldn't have obliged you to tell and relive all this. I'm sorry. You don't have to say anything you don't want to say."
"I want to forget, Robin. I don't want any memories from this palace in my mind, I want us to create new ones together."
"We will, I promise, I will fight with my life so that when you look back you only see happiness."
"I know. But I also know that I have to throw out the old ones to make room for the new ones. I just want to tell you first and last time. All my pain will be buried within these walls tomorrow morning ."
He wanted her to feel that he was with her with all his being, to make sure that she would never be alone from now on, as he gazed lovingly at the chocolate balls.
"Do you remember why he died?"
"They said it was a heart attack."
"It was. He was angry with me. That day, one of my advisors received the news of his sick mother's death next to me. I just held his hand for support, said a few soothing words. When Leopold saw… He-I-… I don't even know how many times we've had moments of crisis over the course of fifteen years. He-every ti-he punished me every time."
Robin felt so numb that he didn't even realize that the breath he was holding was starting to burn his lungs. He would have killed the old king if he could open his grave and kill him a thousand more times because of what he had done to his lover, whom he could not bear to look at, and to the woman he could not fit into the sky.
"Often he would lock me in the room, tie to the bed for days." Her eyes are no longer attached to Robin's. "That day I spent hours tied to the foot of the bed with the ropes you hold in your hand today. While he was throwing up all his anger, hitting, breaking and scattering everything, I cried, shouted, begged so much to get rid of there." She lifted her eyes back to the oceans framed in red. "Everything I want comes true, Robin. I wanted to get out of there, I wanted to get rid of Leopold. I've wished for him to die many times over the years. But I didn't want him to die in front of me that day, and leave his kingdom to me. I didn't want a scrap of anything about this life on me."
"Oh my god, Regina!" He no longer had the strength to suppress his reaction, so he pulled the woman who was in tears and took her in his arms. He hugged her with desperation of not being able to do it that day, the previous day, every other days.
The former queen of Storybrooke was strolling through the rooms of the palace for the last time as all her belongings were transported to the carriages for her temporary stay at the lake house.
With every decision she made in the study room, where only the furniture remained, she had moved the country to a much better place than before. She hoped that it would continue to rise with the foundation she had established. As much as she said that she hated being queen, It was the feeling of being useful to someone that had illuminated her dark life over the years.
She walked past the room that had been used when the king was alive, and went inside between the walls where she spent her mealtimes for the last two years.
She watched as the apple tree was carefully dislodged to return it to where it belonged. At first, she had considered moving it to the new home where they were going to build their family; but now that Robin would be by her side at all times, her tree had faithfully fulfilled its mission, and if it could talk would say that it wanted to return to the lake house and keep the memories alive.
"Mom…"
She walked away from the window with her son's voice. How could she feel like she owned the worlds in one word?
"Everything is ready. Dad asks if you're ready to go."
"I am ready." When she extended her hand to her son, he immediately responded. "Let's go."
After Henry and Emma helped to settle down, they left home towards evening. Despite the boy's insistence on staying, both moms agreed that he should go to school.
Regina, Robin, and Zelena quickly gathered up the errands that did not remain long, then sat in front of the view for hours, talking about their new lives. The former queen didn't want to rush anything, she wanted to build her life, enjoying every second of her freedom. Her family was fully supportive in this decision.
At midnight, Robin, who had to return to the office the next day to finish his work, decided to leave. His heart was struggling to take Regina with him, to feel her presence in the same house, but he was sure that the former queen would not agree with this idea. The woman would want to live in her own house, not someone else's even if it was the man she loved. She was right after living in a house that didn't belong to her for years. And no matter how long it would take, Robin would respect her decision even if it meant leaving his heart in the house that held all her happy memories.
"As much as I want to insist you stay with me, I won't. I know you won't agree. However, you know that this separation is short-lived, I want a future with you." He pushed the unruly hair from the ponytail of the woman who had been taking him to his car to spend more time, if only for a few minutes, from her face.
" Do you know what the best thing about being with you is? I don't think you will ever misunderstand what I say or do. You always know why better than I do. I can't imagine my future with anyone other than you, Robin."
They parted from their kisses for a farewell that would last until morning, and said goodnight. Robin waited for Regina to get into the house before starting his car. While he was watching the lights at the front of the house were turned off and the lights on the pier illuminated the lake, in no way he didn't make contact to turn the key. What was the point of continuing to leave when he had nothing to stop himself from now?
Loneliness at home, which had fallen into silence after her sister had gone to her room to sleep hours earlier and Robin had left, slapped the woman in the face. She returned to the seat they had been sitting in with her son's father moments ago. The pier at her home, which she thought was the most beautiful place in the world, suddenly didn't look that good. It was clear that what makes a house or a landscape beautiful was not an endless forest or a deep blue lake. It was the man who made her eyes shine, her smile illuminated, her soul rested, and now whose absence she felt with pain in her heart.
She didn't want a place of her own, she wanted a place where she felt she belonged. And that emptiness was never the closest thing to it.
When her hand reached on her phone which on the table, to tell him to come back, a voice from the door broke the silence. When she walked to the end of the pier closest to the door and bent down to see who came, she realized that the days when her wishes were wrong, were long gone.
As soon as she opened the door that she had reached by running, two pairs of entwined arms and their joined lips were proof that Robin shared the same thoughts with her. They would never leave again.
THE END
Notes:
And here we are! I would like to thank my friends who supported me when I decided to publish this story and you who were with me with your comments throughout the process.
I hope you are happy with everything, because I'm very happy even for meeting you.
I said there will be an epilogue, but it won't be in a few days. I still have things to work on. You can still write to me if there is anything you want to see in the epilogue.
Big love and kisses for all of you.
Until we meet again... ️