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I packed all my belongings in my canvas bag and with them my hopes and dreams. At nightfall I started walking towards the usual place; the night was cold and the moon shone among the clouds that were expanding in the sky. My breath formed a white smoke when I let it escape, I felt my fingers cold and my hands trembled. Actually my whole body was shaking, but it wasn't because the cold, it was the nerves that betrayed me.

I knew that Regina and I could be happy together and that we could start a new life; I knew that she wouldn't regret going away with me, but deep inside, deep within me, there was a deep fear that something would go wrong.

When I got to our place I looked around me and then I dropped on the grass to sit down to wait for Regina. I rubbed my hands quickly trying to recover the heat. After several minutes of still feeling cold I decided to find some wood to make a fire. I left my duffel bag on the ground and walked a little through the trees to find branches necessary for a small, warm campfire.

I collected all the wood that my arms allowed me and I returned to where I had left my bag. I dropped the branches to the ground and arranged them to form a small pyramid, opened my bag and searched among my belongings for a box of matches.

I lit the bonfire remembering what my father had taught me and seconds later the heat that it gave off began to return the heat to my body. I sat before the fire and waited for Regina.

The campfire was starting to burn and I could only feel the heat that the ashes allowed to escape. If I was right, it was close to midnight and Regina had not shown up yet. I was beginning to worry, it had been too long without hearing from her.

I got up from the floor and felt my vision blur making me see flashes of colors. I blinked several times trying to regain my sight thinking that they were effects of fatigue and then looked around the perimeter without finding any trace of Regina.

The sounds of the forest were all I could hear and the light of the moon marked the shadows of the trees, the cold became more intense and my eyes burned as I tried to resist from falling sleep.

I waited sitting there until dawn and Regina didn't appear, she didn't arrive, she left me there with the illusion of a life together.

I felt a pressure in my chest and tears burned in my throat; the feelings were taking over me and the beating of my heart hurt against my chest.

I got up slowly and took my luggage to hang it on my back. I took a deep breath and turned my hands into fists, I started walking towards the castle determined to see Regina. I was not going to lose hope, maybe she hadn't wanted to leave me there waiting, and maybe her parents had discovered our plan and had she was locked in the castle without being able to communicate.

I crossed the forest with long and safe steps and when I observed the castle in front of me, a paralyzing sensation took over my body and I stood watching the palace was decorated, people entered, the carriages arrived and the music could be heard from inside.

I wrinkled my brow wondering what was going on in that place. With slow steps I approached the castle door trying to look inside. The guards at the door looked at me suspiciously and I stopped in front of them looking at them with assurance.

—You can't enter without an invitation — one of the guards told me.

—I just want to know, what is being celebrated? — I answered with a firm tone.

—It's Princess Regina's engagement to King Leopold.

My jaw fell to the ground and my eyes widened, I felt a tremor go through my body and my legs only managed to get away from the view of the guards and then I couldn't hold on. I fell on my knees feeling I couldn't breathe, my attempt to return oxygen to my lungs was totally useless.

The world came on me, I felt as if all my illusions and desires were big rocks that fell on me crushing me until the tears were the only thing that managed to relieve that pressure.

I knew I couldn't stay there but I couldn't move. As much as I tried to control myself the tears came out of my eyes against my will and fell down my cheeks while my head rested on my knees.

I took a deep breath and got up off the ground gathering all the strength I had left and started to walk where I had come without knowing how I managed to continue taking each step towards the town.

It had been two days and I couldn't leave the small cabin where I lived. I was sitting on my bed watching life go through the window, thinking about Regina and what had happened between us.

My heart still couldn't believe it, but my brain had understood it from the moment I knew that she was going to marry the King. Regina had abandoned me, left me and made me believe that she loved me, that she was willing to give up everything for me and that we would never be apart again.

But everything had been a lie, each and every one of her words had been a lie sticking in my heart like little needles, and now that I saw everything more clearly, those little needles had been left to my heart to break into a thousand pieces.

I should have known, a princess would never notice a simple peasant. Maybe I was just one more of her whims, one more of her amusements. I don't know what I was thinking about when I fell in love with her, when I let her eyes wrap me in a fantasy world where nothing but she and I mattered. I gave myself to her without taking care of my steps, I was always sincere and I thought that she was too. But how wrong I was.

Thinking of Regina was as painful as walking on thorns; I had promised to love her forever and it was true. I could only imagine my life at her side and now everything was gone, everything had vanished as when the sea erases the footprints in the sand.

I lost my job for not showing up on the field, and it was just one more part of my life that was falling apart. I had money to live a few more weeks, but I needed to get a new job if I didn't want to sleep on the street.

My body seemed to be the impediment to start doing it; I had no energy at all, I hadn't tasted food and the lack of sleep was beginning to wreak havoc on me. Regina was destroying me from inside, it was like an epidemic that was advancing inside me destroying all my illusions that impelled me to live.

I thought of my mother. She had let me go so I could seek my happiness next to the woman I loved. But what would she think now knowing that this woman only played with me and that she had let me go alone to pursue an unattainable dream.

I know I'm a fool for continuing to suffer for Regina, I know I shouldn't let this situation take away my desire to live. But I just couldn't help it. Just imagining that she was happy, about to get married and be the queen of the Enchanted Forest, made me feel a bitterness in my mouth and my heart shrank. My mind was screaming at me to stop thinking about her, to stop giving importance to someone who didn't even care about me; someone who had made me believe that it was her world and then let mine collapse.

She had married, Regina had married hours before and in the palace there was a big party to celebrate that union. They had only waited a month to get married and from what I could hear the wedding was spectacular, the most spectacular of all kingdoms according to the people of the town.

I was also celebrating Regina's marriage, why shouldn't I? I went to the tavern and ordered a good pot of beer. Actually, I had already taken several but not even managed to appease the sadness, anger and resentment that my heart felt in each beat.

I didn't wanted to drown my sorrows in alcohol, but I just needed to forget about her for a while, and apparently the beers were not having their effect. Each time I thought more about her; Regina was like a wound in my chest, it was closing slowly and in excruciating pain, but even when the time had passed I couldn't forget her because the scar would always be there to remind me that she had existed.

But now, there was no turning back; she was not mine anymore... she never was. And I had to accept it.

Long live the Queen.

I forgot that I still had this diary with me. I found it among my things and I looked at it for a while before writing again. Something had happened to me and I had the need to write, to get out of myself to be calmer.

A year ago, Regina had married and I... I had become a thief and I was not proud of that. A month after looking for work without success, I met a man named John who introduced me to a man who had a "job" for me.

Until I got to that appointment I knew it was about stealing something very valuable. The object was guarded by a sorcerer and nobody had been able to take it away before. The pay they offered me was pretty good, so I decided to take the risk.

And against all the possibilities I was able steal that object. I couldn't see what it was, for me it just looked like a small, unimportant crystal ball. My hunting skills had helped me to be cautious and stalk my prey until I had the chance to deliver the coup de grace.

I received a juicy reward and a reputation that I hadn't asked for. Some time later John and I had become the most famous thieves in the kingdom and also the most wanted; It was not something that made me feel proud, but it was helping me lead a good life.

And although my lifestyle became more dangerous every day, I didn't want to leave it. All that adrenaline helped me to stop thinking about everything I had suffered, everything that Regina had made me suffer.

There were rumors that ran through the Enchanted Forest, rumors that she had become bitter and lonely. The king had died recently and his daughter Snow White was devastated, but not Regina. She was taking the reins of the kingdom but she wasn't acting like a kind and understanding queen.

John and I continued with the robberies and each time they were bigger things that left us more money. After everything went well, we celebrated in the tavern with a good beer and from time to time John celebrated with some girls who came to us. To tell you the truth, I couldn't even think of the idea of having a woman by my side. Not after everything that had happened in my life.

Now I was a thief who spent his days trying to forget a woman through money and alcohol. John knew that I had a broken heart and that that was what had made me what I am now, and he always said to me: "Come on, friend, no woman can be so beautiful as to prevent you from living your life again". But he didn't know that this woman was Regina, that for me there will never be a woman more beautiful than her and that my life would never be life after she had my heart in her hands and destroyed it without mercy.

Today I met a woman named Marian and surprisingly she was the first woman who had managed to wake up something in me after all this time. This whole situation was so strange.

John and I hadn't had a job in days and the money was running out. For several days we observed a farm where they had several purebred horses and someone would surely pay a good price for them.

We decided to carry out the whole plan during the night. The family that lived on the farm would fall asleep early and if we acted at midnight nobody would notice anything. John and I waited hiding in until the farm lights were off and not a single sound came from inside the house.

We walked watching each step and with eyes wide open, I held the bow in one hand and John carried a small knife. We never used to hurt anyone, weapons were just a precautionary measure we had never needed to use.

I opened the barn door and John came in to check that everything was clear. Seconds later he signaled me to come in and it was when I hung my bow on my back to have my hands free.

Without thinking twice we took the four horses that were inside and we removed them from the stables trying not to scare them. We took the horses without any problem, the animals were well trained and didn't protest at our orders.

By dawn we were already in town taking our usual beer. We had left the horses tied outside the tavern and every now and then we looked through the window to see that everyone was there.

The surprise was when a woman entered the tavern. She walked sure of herself with brown eyes full of fury. Her clothes were simple and her hair formed long slings on her shoulders.

—Can you tell me, who was the brave man who dared to steal my father's horses? — She asked as she placed her hands on her hip.

Each and every one of the men in the tavern had been left with their mouths open and had left their drinks on their side to watch that scene.

—I think you have problems Robin — commented the man who owned the bar.

My eyes traveled from the woman to the man and they glared at him and then returned to the woman who was only a few steps away from me.

—So you were the one who stole them?

—It was something like borrowing them for a while — John answered with a small smile.

—It's incredible that you did that... Your parents never taught you to respect the belongings of other people? — She wrinkled her forehead while looking at John — I guess not. People like you never stop to think about everything a man has worked to have a house and a job. You only steal without thinking about the consequences that your actions leave.

The words didn't came out of my mouth, I had been paralyzed staring at that woman who passionately defended her father's possessions.

—Now, if you'll excuse me... I'll take my father's horses where they belong.

She turned around and walked with the same determination with which she had entered. She untied the horses and seconds later she was trying to take the four horses by herself.

I got up quickly and ran to her, I placed myself in front of her and stopped with a glare.

—I know you're upset — I said showing the palms — And I understand.

—What do you want? Convince me to let you stay with the horses?

—No, on the contrary... I want to apologize.

Her words had made me reflect. She was right, we never thought about the consequences of our robberies, we never stopped to think about the people we hurt and until now I realized.

I had been blinded by my selfishness and the need to bury my past in an uncertain present.

—Please. Let me help you take the horses back — I continued speaking in a soft tone — Let me apologize to your father and accept the mistake I made stealing your horses.

She tilted her head and watched as her eyes moved restlessly, as if they were analyzing the moment trying to confirm what her ears had heard.

—Did you want to do that?

—That´s right.

I gave the horses to the owner of the farm and I apologized to him, promising that it would never happen again. That woman told me that her name was Marian and I thanked her for having made me see what she actually did each time I stole someone. People passed out of necessity, the town was affected and simply that idea made me feel ashamed of what I had become.

John and I made a decision that changed our direction for good. We decided to keep stealing, but this time not for our benefit; we stole the rich and powerful people of the Enchanted Forest and distributed it to the people. Our profits were divided with each and every one of the people who needed food, a home or even settle debts.

After that incident with Marian, she had forgiven me and we had continued to see each other from time to time. She told me the story of her life and I told her mine but spared me unnecessary details about the girl who had broken my heart.

Marian told me that when someone breaks your heart it is difficult to love again, but not impossible. She was a beautiful woman inside and out, she was happy and cared for others. When John and I returned to town, she helped us distribute the profits in the town. And although her father didn't agree with her involved in this situation, she kept on doing it and always told me that there was a special reason but she never told me what that reason was.

Over time, more men joined our cause, I trained them and we became the most wanted gang of thieves in the whole kingdom. The guys in the band had decided to call us "Merry Men" and I was fine with that.

So throughout the forest you could find posters offering rewards for us. The black knights of the queen pursued us and many times they had been close to catching us, but we always managed to escape.

Regina was looking for me without knowing who I really was. The people had started calling her the evil queen. She had become a woman full of rancor, mowed down by her quest for Princess Snow White.

I hadn't seen Regina in a long time, but the "wanted" posters with the princess's face on them were proof enough to prove all those unnecessary actions that were said Regina was committing.

Part of my heart was saddened to know that Regina was only driven by hatred and a revenge for which I didn't know the reason.

But that's how our lives were now. I had become Robin Hood, the thief who robbed the rich to give to the poor and her... She had become the evil queen.

Marian confessed her feelings for me and I couldn't do anything but looking at her with wide eyes. She told me that she loved me and that nothing would make her happier than to start a life by my side, that despite everything she would be with me and that she didn't care about the risks she could run while being with me; she told me that everything was worth it just to be by my side.

The tenderness of her words flooded my heart and left me speechless. Marian gave me a small smile and slowly walked away from me telling me that she wanted me to think it over before giving her an answer.

I went to the tavern and sat thinking along with a beer and keyed my eyes on the wooden table trying to find out what my heart wanted. My heart wanted to be healed, to feel alive and loved again, but on the other hand I would always love Regina and have her inside me.

Marian was a good woman, and she would undoubtedly be a good companion in life and perhaps an excellent mother; But why couldn't all those qualities be enough for me to love her? Why couldn't I be reciprocate?

Stupid heart, it's always been stupid. But what could I do? Feelings were something I never learned to control. They simply have life by themselves and take over me.

But it was already time, I had to forget Regina and keep my life going as she had followed with her own. After all, she had never come back for me, she had never been interested in me and until now I was completely sure that she had already forgotten about me.

I looked at the tattoo on my right arm of the lion banner, the symbol of our band; and as leader of it I had decided to tattoo it inside my forearm. I touched the tattoo ink with the tips of my fingers and let out a sigh.

This was the man that I was now, a man who needed to be happy and move on with his life. A man who needed to let go of the past in order to seek his future. I took my last drink of my beer and got up from my seat with determination.

I had already decided. I would give me a chance with Marian, my chance to start a new life was with her... But first, I had to do one last thing to let the past go completely.

I walked through the forest with the moon lighting my way. The fresh air of the night filled my lungs, every time I took a deep breath I took the courage to continue walking towards that place. "Our place."

When I was there, I was paralyzed. My eyes reviewed every detail of the place and in my mind exploded the memories of all the times that Regina and I live together. Memories that often filled me with life and joy. But today, today they only left a bitter taste in my mouth.

I lit a bonfire, like the last time I was there, and sat in front of it staring at the flames. I pulled out the folded sheet of paper in my pants pocket and folded it with my trembling hands. I stared at the writing on it and my eyes filled with tears as I looked at the words that I had written to her.

It had been a long time since I wrote Regina that letter, but I never sent it. I never had the courage to send her those words that expressed my deepest feelings.

I crumpled the paper into a small ball and threw it on the fire; I watched it burn and turn to ashes.

I still remember each and every one of the words written on that sheet. All those words that expressed my mixed feelings when I remembered Regina. To that woman who was my salvation and now is my ruin:

"My dear Regina.

This is the last time you will know about me, the last time my name will be mentioned by your lips when you finish reading this letter.

The last time we met, you told me that we would start a life together, that it would only be you and me. But everything was a lie. You let me believe that your feelings were true to me. I had never been so in love. When you kissed me I fell under your spell but all you did was hurt me

A person doesn´t choose who to fall in love with, no one tell the heart what to do or who to surrender to. I don't know what I thought when I fell in love with you, listening to all those promises that today seem like empty words. You left me entangled and I fell like crazy at your feet; I tried to make you happy, to give you everything that I was and what I had, but maybe that was not enough. Maybe all those kisses and caresses were false and you only looked for a pretext to leave, to leave me aside without having to give explanations.

I would like to tell you that I no longer love you, to tell you that I don't feel anything for you anymore, but I would be lying. I would like to hate you but I can't. I wish no longer feel butterflies in my stomach every time I remember you, but I can't. I just can't get rid of everything you made me feel in the blink of an eye. I cannot help but wonder where you are, or what you are doing; if you are feeling lonely or if someone is loving you and holds you in their arms.

I've been watching the moon all night and watching it disappear. I think of the life we could have had if things had been different. Maybe I could have watched you while you slept without it being something that only happens in my head, but part of our day to day. See you wake up with a smile, and only I could contemplate you, I would be selfish and wouldn't share that moment with anyone. Only the dawn would be my confident when I whispered I" love you" and gave you a kiss on the lips.

But that couldn't be. I clung to the idea that you were the love of my life. And now without you I feel like half of a whole; everything turned black and white and passes in slow motion. I walk and I feel that I disintegrate, my energies are faded, I am coming down, and I am barely breathing with a broken heart that keeps beating. Idealize you to my side, in nights and days made the fall harder and I realized the gravity hurted

Maybe you already forgot about me; it may be that it is already part of that past that you don't want to remember, but I can assure you that no matter how much time passes, I will continue to see your reflection in my eyes.

I am waiting for a new day, hoping that my heart can close its wounds little by little; to be able to think about you without feeling a lump in my throat that suffocates me and doesn't let me breathe. Being able to hear your name without my heart accelerating and being able to see your face without my chest hurting. But the truth is... I think that that will be impossible.

Forever yours, Robin. "

It's been two years since Marian and I decided to try it, since I decided to start a new life.

Today Marian told me that she had a surprise for me, and that it was something that would make me very happy. At dinner time she confessed that she was pregnant and I felt my heart fill with joy.

The illusion of having a child made me feel like the luckiest man in the world. I had a woman by my side who loved me and who would now help me to form the family that I always wanted.

I was sure that my life had begun to change for the better. Now I had a house, a place to go after the long journeys that the "Merry Men" and I undertook. It was so familiar for me to get to that cozy little cabin and see Marian there, waiting for me with a smile. The smell of flowers and freshly cooked food filled my lungs and automatically a smile escaped my face.

And now I could only think that soon I would have a baby that would accompany all of that, to make my life better. One more reason to return home, one more reason to smile.

The baby is shortly after birth, but Marian is sick and the doctors can't say what is wrong. Every day she looked paler, more haggard; she looked finished and weak. My concern for her and for the baby was so big that I decided to undertake an almost suicidal mission.

I started a trip to the castle of Rumplestilskin, the dark one. My plan was to steal a magic wand to cure Marian. I heard that he had in his possession all kinds of magical objects that could help me in my goal.

When I arrived at the castle I observed it for several minutes analyzing each entrance and exit, each door and window. My moment arrived when I observed the dark coming out of the castle, I watched him walk towards the gardens and with stealthy steps I slipped into the great dark palace.

With the bow in hand ready to shoot, the eyes and ears alert and light steps, I walked through the corridors trying to find the room where I had those magic wands. Rumors said that there were magical objects throughout the castle, but in the great hall were the most valuable.

I noticed a large, golden door that was ajar. I approached slowly and I could see a lot of objects on pedestals and showcases. I opened the door a little more and entered the room hitting the target.

In front of me was the magic wand and my eyes lit up when I saw it. I walked towards it quickly and took it in my hands, but it wasn't as easy as I expected.

The dark one appeared before me and my eyes widened.

—Did you really think you could steal from dark one? Robin Hood.

—I had hope — I responded with some sarcasm trying to show me as brave as possible.

Rumplestilskin gave a mocking laugh and approached me looking at me with those bulging eyes.

—Nobody steals from the dark one.

I got caught, tortured me and made me go through hell for trying to steal that wand. I had not eaten for days without drinking water. My arms, chest and back bled and my face was swollen from the blows I had received.

My hopes of returning, faded with each passing day and my concern for Marian grew as I had no news of her. The dark one wouldn't let me escape, I was sure he would kill me.

The door opened and I looked up blinking several times to accustom my eyes to the light. I could make out a small figure that hesitated before taking each step.

—Are you ok? — Asked a woman with a rather peculiar voice.

—I'm still alive... — I answered in a whisper.

—Don't worry, everything will be fine.

The chains that bound me suddenly came loose and my trembling body fell to the ground. The woman approached and helped me to stand up; hardly my legs supported my body.

Seconds later I stood back and looked at the woman's face. She gave me a small smile and put in my hands the magic wand.

—Now go... Before Rumple came back.

I nodded and put the wand in my pants pocket. I walked to where my belongings were and I hurried to put them all in their place. I stopped in the doorway and turned around to observe the girl who had helped me.

—Thank ... — she smiled at me — can I know your name?

—Belle.

—thank you, Belle. I will never forget this.

She nodded and I left the castle as fast as I could. I walked still feeling my legs trembling and look for my horse with my eyes. I hurried to get to the horse that was still in the same place where I had left it.

I climbed quickly into it and waved the reins so that the horse began to move forward.

When I get home, I rush to get to the room where Marian was. She was lying on the bed breathing slowly. John was at her side and when he saw me arrive, he jumped up from his chair.

—What the hell happened to you? — He asked worried.

—It doesn't matter — I responded by kneeling next to Marian — the important thing is that I got the magic wand.

John watched me with eyes full of surprise as I pulled the wand out of my pants. I took a deep breath and passed the wand over Marian's body observing how the magic returned health to my wife.

Seconds later, she opened her eyes and blinked several times. She turned her head slowly towards me and gave me a small smile.

—Robin — she whispered.

It had worked, Marian was fine now.

The baby was born, it was a boy. A really beautiful boy, full of life, so small that I could take his head in my hand and his body reached up to my elbow. I couldn't stop smiling when I saw my son's brown eyes. Marian was happy and recovering from the birth, her eyes shone each time she held our son in her arms.

—How are we going to call him? — I asked caressing the head of my son.

Marian held him in her arms while we watched him sleep.

—Roland — she replied with a small smile.

—Roland.

I had never wanted to get home as much as now. The horse was no longer fast enough for me and my desire to get home. Roland was three years old and every time I returned from a trip he ran to me and throw himself into my arms to greet me.

When I saw the cabin in the distance, I felt my heart speed up. I made the horse run as fast as possible and I jumped down when I reached the porch. I opened the door and my son threw himself into my arms. I hugged him with all my strength and lifted him off the ground to carry him in my arms.

I watched John leave the kitchen. His face was troubled and worried. I curl my forehead and leave Roland on the floor.

—What happened? — I asked curiously.

—Roland, why don't you go play outside for a moment?

The little boy nodded and ran out. I heard the rest of my men say hello to my son and Roland's small laugh.

—Are you going to tell me what's going on?

—It's Marian... — He whispered — Robin, Marian is...

—What's wrong with Marian? Tell me at once John — My voice sounded impatient and I had advanced several steps towards him.

—One day after you left, Marian went out to buy some things and asked me to stay with Roland — John answered with his eyes fixed on the ground — She never came back... — My eyes widened and my heart beat — So I decided to start looking for her, but the days passed and I couldn't find her... This morning, they found her body... Robin, Marian is... she is dead.

My legs trembled and my body fell to the floor. Tears began to fall down my cheeks and no words came from my mouth. I couldn't believe what I had heard, I couldn't believe that Marian, my wife, was gone.

No, she couldn't be dead. She couldn't leave me and Roland. My chest hurted, my lungs inhaled and exhaled but I felt that I couldn't breathe.

Marian was no longer with me.