What He Means To Us: Robin

She seen everyone she loved die.

She can still feel the flames heat.

She can still smell the burning wood and flesh.

She can still hear their shouts, and the marines.

She can remember her mother. Her mother who looks just like her (in everything but hair color) but she can't remember her voice.

"You must live Robin!"

She closes her eyes tightly.

She can remember her mothers words, just not her voice.

Sometimes she tries to remember it.

She knows it's stupid.

She always remembered her mothers words when it got hard.

The book in her hands begins to shake.

"Robin!"

She can feel the moisture in her eyes.

"I haven't heard it from your mouth yet!"

She feels the cold tears slide down her face.

"Say you want to live!"

Her tears splatter on the books crisp pages.

A smile curves her lips even as the tears don't stop.

"I want to live! Take me out to sea with you!"

She whispers quietly what she's always wanted to say.

"Thank you..."