AN: So this is the last chapter! It's quite abrupt - or not. But I hope you enjoy it. Happy reading - and before you leave, I have a question. I'm thinking of writing much shorter and light-hearted fics that are basically situational love stories between the HIMYM characters where I'll be writing about love in all its forms, and I was wondering if you guys think it's a good idea? I don't want to blabber too much about it and waste your time, but basically it'll be published as one story, while containing many short stories, like a compilation. Tell me what you think! :)

It had been the longest fifteen minutes for the both of them. Barney sat on one of the benches placed along the corridor as he whistled show tunes to keep his mind off things, and after what seemed like an eternity, he heard the familiar footsteps getting louder and louder, to which he responded by rising to his feet almost immediately.

"How did he go?" He blurted out, reaching out his arms for Robin to walk into, in which she did. She was alone this time, the nurse probably off somewhere else for duty, and she looked flustered.

"It's… He didn't know who I was," she replied, her voice quivering.

"What do you mean?" He was concerned now, watching her.

"He didn't know who I was." She repeated. "He just… Didn't know who I was."

"Why didn't he…" He trailed off, but he was certain she knew what he meant.

"He… The nurse said something about his memory and… I don't know. I wasn't even listening. It was terrible. He just… It was as if I didn't even exist. He looked at me and he just kept doing whatever he was doing." She paused and felt a lump in her throat. "I want to leave."

She sounded determined, and he knew she has had a rough time in there. He knew by the way she had sounded and he understood by the way she acted.

"Okay," he mumbled, putting his arm over her shoulder as they walked down the corridor. She cowered under his protection and leaned against him for support as she tried to process how her interaction with someone she used to share the world with.

How does someone simply forget everything, just like this?

Robin cleared her throat as he pressed the button and as soon as they got in the elevator, she started to speak.

"Maybe it was for the better."

"What do you mean by that?"

"He knows who he is and he knows everything about himself. He just doesn't know me. It's like I was that part of his timeline that got ripped out somehow. But I'm saying…"

She blurted, stopped talking for a brief moment as she figured where she was going with her remark, and gathered her thoughts altogether again.

"Look…" She faced him. "I know I'm going to sound selfish for saying this, but… Maybe it's for the better, like I said. Because when I looked at him… I just didn't get that spark anymore. That spark where I feel invincible and that he was what I needed. I just didn't feel that anymore. It's… Gone. Vanished. I had a change of heart."

"You're not selfish, Robin Scherbatsky. You're allowed to change your mind and you're allowed to feel things; you're only human. You're being hard on yourself." Barney responded tenderly.

The elevator hit the ground floor and they walked out, his arm still around her.

"I know. And after this… After this confirmation that he's not missing me…" She gave a nervous laugh before closing her eyes. "Missing me. He doesn't even know who I am. This is ridiculous. I am ridiculous. A few months ago we were hopelessly in love, and now he's doing perfectly fine without me, and I'm doing perfectly fine without him. Partially because he doesn't know me anymore. How did we get from there to here?" She questioned, reopening her eyes.

"Maybe… He was just not the one for you. Maybe you're just destined to be scared to death like this once in a while," Barney responded, shrugging. "But you've got this off your chest now, haven't you?"

"I have. I really have. This is some kind of… Relief." She responded, and they walked for a while in silence, until eventually, she spoke again.

"I've thought it over; our paths probably crossed because the Universe wanted us to be together. Did you know that in a way, he brought us together? I could tell the nurse really likes him too, and he was even more comfortable and willing to chat with the nurse than with me… Maybe that's just the way this is supposed to end. I'm not saying I'm willing to forget this whole event; all I'm saying is, maybe I should just let go and know that we're just not meant to be. We're history. The good kind."

She finished, giving him a smile as she slid her arm around his waist.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe this is the way it's supposed to end… And we've left the hospital. Is it wrong for me to want us to be lovers again and stop doing that 'we're friends' act? Because you look amazing and I really want to kiss you right now."

Stopping in her tracks, she caused him to pause as well, and she playfully jabbed him in the rib one more time.

"Stop sugar-coating your words, boyfriend."