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"Oh, no, that's okay." Robin tries to keep the disappointment out of her voice but doesn't bother keeping it off her face. Spencer can't see her through the phone, after all. "Um, I've been meaning to do some things anyway." It was a bad lie, she knows, but she doesn't want him to know how upset him calling off another date makes her. "I'll call you later." She mumbles and hangs up before he can say anything else.

Confusion fills the young woman. She tries to tell herself that Spencer really was just busy. Again. He did have an important job, after all. But she knows that isn't it, so why was he avoiding her? Had she done something to upset him?

Grumbling in frustration, Robin pulls out her phone and dials another number, waiting until the person on the other end picks up before speaking. It takes no convincing before the person she needed was on her way.

Robin didn't even have to open the door, the tall dark-haired woman let herself in with the key she had been gifted. Marisa was the first friend she made after moving, the two have been close ever since. "What's the problem?"

"How do you know there's a problem?" Robin asks as her friend walks into the kitchen, not even pausing as she pulls two mugs from the cabinet.

"I know you," Marisa says over her shoulder, feeling a teapot with water and setting it on the stove. "And anyone with two working eyes could see that with one glance at your face."

Scrunching up her face, Robin shakes her head. It couldn't be that obvious, could it? "Boy Problems." She grumbles with a sigh, propping her chin onto her hand.

"Ooh, honey," Marisa mutters in sympathy. "I've been there. Tell me what's going on."

"I don't know." Robin shrugs, watching her friend put tea bags into each mug. "I mean, everything was great. Or, I thought it was, but then he cancels not once, not twice, not even three times, four times. And I know his job is demanding, I know that, but he's also ignoring my calls. I've left texts. I was surprised when he called to cancel today. He's never been like this."

"It sounds like he's blowing you off, sweets," Marisa tells her friend with a sympathetic wince. "Maybe it's best to just drop him."

Shoulder's sagging, Robin looks out her windows. Just the thought of doing that makes her stomach drop. She really likes Spencer, she feels something with him that she's never felt with anyone else. She doesn't understand what she did wrong.

"You really like him.?" It might have been a question, but Marisa already knows the answer, it was obvious. "Oh no, you love him, don't you?"

"I don't know," Robin mumbles with a shrug, avoiding her friend's gaze. She had never loved someone other than her parents and siblings before. Sure, she'd thought she had in the past but she knows now it wasn't real. But this felt different, and that scares her.

"Well, I'm holding some major dislike for this guy right now. Anyone who makes you feel this way is immediately on my bad side. But," Maria holds up a finger when Robin gives her a look. "You're obviously broken up about this. If he won't come to you, you go to him."

"What do you mean?" Robin asks, raising a brow at the growing smirk on her friend's face.

"I mean, hunt his little butt down and demand answers," Marisa says with a shrug like it's obvious, turning when the teapot starts to steam. "Go over to his place," She goes on when Robin does nothing more than give the counter a thoughtful look. "Knock on his door until he answer was ask where you guys stand. Because he can't keep doing this. If this relationship is over, you deserve a straight answer."

Sighing, Robin gives a short nod. Marisa is right, she knows that and she agrees. She doesn't like things being confused or secrets, she likes to know how things are. Whether it was what she wanted or not. But she also hates confrontation.

"Drink your tea." Marisa slides the mug under her friend's nose, watching as she wraps her hands around the porcelain cup.

Spencer hates this. Hates himself. He knows it's wrong, that he should just end it. Their relationship. That was his plan. Had been, at least. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. So instead, he's been ignoring Robin.

He just couldn't bring himself to tell her. Couldn't bring himself to leave her. But he has to, he knows, just has to figure out how to do it.

Pacing his apartment, phone long since been tossed onto the couch, Spencer runs his hands through his hair. He isn't sure if he wants to scream, cry, or punch a wall. Possibly all of the above.

Gritting his teeth, the young genius pauses when a loud but hesitant knock sounds at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone. Furrowing his brows, Reid cautiously walks to his door, reaching out and grasping the knob, twisting it.

"Robin?" He asks in surprise, looking down at the woman standing outside his door.

Clearing her throat, Robin wills her hands to stop fidgeting as she meets his eyes. "Can I come in? We need to talk."

"Uh, yeah," Spencer mumbles, moving to the side to allow her entry, closing the door behind him once she'd entered. "What's up?"

"'What's up'. Really, Spencer?" Robin rounds on him, scoffing in disbelief. "What's up." She repeats to herself, shaking her head. "What the hell is going on?"

"Wha-what do you mean?" Spencer questions, wringing his hands together. He hadn't seen it going this way. He should've, but he didn't.

"What do I mean? I mean why are you ignoring me? Canceling all the time when you don't have work, dodging my calls, leaving my texts unanswered." Robin lists off, her brows furrowed in confusion and anger. "I mean, I get it when you have work. I understand you can't help that and I'd never ask you to give it up. But, Spencer, this is more than that and I just need you to explain to me why. Why are you being like this?"

"I-I," Spencer stutters, for the first time in his life, unable to find words. He has to end this, he keeps telling himself. He has too. It's what's best for her, she deserves better than him. Better than what he can give her.

While he was racking his brain for the words, Robin takes the opportunity to speak again, and her words were not what he was expecting. "Did I do something wrong?"

"What? No, no." Spencer is quick to assure her, shaking his head and taking a step forward, but he stops himself before his hands land on her arms. "You didn't do anything." That makes him feel even worse, he hadn't meant to make her think this was her fault.

"Then what's wrong?" She asks and the tears that build in her eyes feel like a punch to the gut. "I-I don't understand. Please, Spencer, help-help me understand. Do-do you not want to do this anymore?"

His hesitance makes the hot, salty tears fall down Robin's cheeks. She doesn't cry, the tears just fall silently and she gives a small nod. "O-okay, um...can you tell me why?"

"You deserve better." He doesn't hesitate this time, the words came out fast and easy. "Better than me. Someone, someone who can be there more than I can. Someone who's not so..." When he can't come up with a word, he only gestures to himself, his gaze avoiding hers as he looks to the floor.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Her words succeed in gaining Spencer's attention. His head snaps up, his watery eyes meeting hers. "And that's saying a lot coming from me." She sees it now. Should have seen it sooner. She hates that she didn't, mentally hits herself for it. "'Deserve better'. I don't even know what to say to that."

"You don't have to say anything." Spencer mumbles, unable to bring his voice any louder. "It's the truth, and it's best this way."

"So that's it?" Robin questions, throwing her arms out beside her, not bothering to stop them from falling and hitting her sides. She waits for him to answer, stares at the top of his head because he's once again staring at the ground. But he doesn't say anything. He can't. He just needs her to leave. His knees feel weak, ready to stop supporting his weight any moment now. He needs her to leave because if she doesn't, he knows he won't be able to hold himself together. "That's it." Robin whispers to herself, nodding to herself before she turns to the door. Leave, she tells herself. Just open the door and walk out.

She gets as far as her hand lifting to reach the doorknob before she stops, spinning back around on her heels. "You know what? No, I don't accept this." She says, her voice strong but flooded with emotion. She's angry, scared, anxious, frustrated. Heartbroken. "There was a time in my life where I walked out that door. Left and never come back. I regretted doing that for a really long time. I'm staying."

Spencer turns to her and something inside him aids his eyes as they finally meet hers. He doesn't know why he asks what he does next. He'd always wondered to an extent but he just accepted it. But he doesn't now, he needs to know. "Why?" Such a simple question, but one that means so much.

"Because, damn it, Spencer, I love you!" The words escape her mouth in a shout, a rush. She knows what she said, she doesn't regret it. She means it but she never wanted to say it like this. "And I'm not going to, I can't just let that go." She continues while Spencer stares at her, dumbfounded. "If you don't want this, then say it. End it. Tell me, to my face, that you don't feel the same." She steps forward, voice still strong but not as loud. "You tell me and I will walk out that door." She points behind her but doesn't break her gaze with his. "But you have to say it. Look me in the eye and tell me to leave. To walk out of your life." Her voice cracks then, the tears coming back, blurring her vision. No matter how man times she blinks them away, they flood her eyes once again.

Spencer's own tears escape his eyes, pouring down his cheeks as he clenches his jaw shut, his fists closed tightly at his sides. I can't do this. That's all he thinks as he stares down at her. How could he ever think he could do this? He's never felt more broken than when he watched her turn away and walk towards his door. How did he ever think he could do this?

"Tell me." Robin grits out through clenched teeth, her stance matching his own as more tears fall down her already wet cheeks. "Tell me to leave."
He can't. His mouth won't open, his vocal cords won't form the words. He wants to reach out to her but he's frozen.

"I can't." It was but a mere whisper, barely passing through his lips. Spencer almost didn't hear it himself, it takes him a minute to realize he'd even said it but when he does, he worries she hadn't heard. "I can't." He repeats, louder this time, making sure she heard him. He couldn't tell her to leave. He'd thought he could, told himself he would. But he can't, it would break him, because... "Because I love you too."

Robin cries then. Not just silent tears falling down her face. A sob escapes her and she bends forward, bracing one hand over her mouth, the other on her stomach. She doesn't know why she's crying, can't register it. Couldn't tell if it was her built-up emotions finally breaking free or the relief she feels was so strong she couldn't help but cry.

A hand lands on her shoulder and she almost shrugs it off but can't. Instead, she leans into the touch, moving forward until her head is buried in Spencer's chest. He's talking, whispering things into her hair, it takes her a moment to realize he was apologizing, over and over again.

Robin doesn't respond, not yet. She only closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, his scent filling her nose as she holds him tighter. What would have happened if she'd walked out that door? There was no use in thinking about it because it didn't happen but she couldn't help it. There were too many possibilities to run through her aching mind. All she knows is that most of them ended with her never being held in his arms again. That thought alone makes her grip the back of his shirt in her fist, pulling him impossibly closer to her.

"Tell me again." She mumbles into his chest. Those words had been said so many times today and every time they had fallen past her lips, she hadn't wanted him to say it. But it was different now, different words she was asking for him to say. Ones she wants to hear. Has to hear, to be sure he had really said them.

"I love you," Spencer mumbles into her ear but his voice is strong, not wavering for a second. "It may be selfish but I love you and I never plan on letting you go."

Taking a shuddering breath, Robin pulls back just enough to look up and capture Spencer's lips with her own, tasting the saltiness of his tears and her own. "It's not selfish." She says after pulling away just enough to speak. "And I'm not letting you go either."

I'm not the best at writing fight scenes, verbal or other wise. So, I apologize. I also didn't proofread this ^^ feel free to point out any mistakes and I'll fix them right away.

But yeah, our couple had a major fight, but sometimes you need to yell it out to figure it out. (I didn't mean for that to rhyme) But they're still together...for now...just kidding!...or am I?

Sorry, I'm being weird.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed and I would really like to know what you think about this story so far!

And if you don't mind, wish me luck. I have a huge test coming up next week.

Until next time, friends.

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