Robyn felt has she was in the middle of a nightmare as she rushed through the hospital. She hadn't even changed clothes from when her plane landed. She still looked as if she was on a vacation. But she didn't know how bad things were. She needed to see Sebastian.
Robyn slowed her pace as she seen Anthony standing in the corridor of the Accidents and Emergency department. Robyn hesitantly waved, feeling small in this position. Anthony's eyes widened when he seen Robyn and he started blinking rapidly, thinking he was imagining her being there.
"You're supposed to be in Miami."
"No..." She breathed. "I'm supposed to be with Sebastian."
XOXO
Robyn couldn't help herself when she seen Sebastian. It had been a week, and even though he looked roughed up, it still sent a small butterfly feeling build up through her body. She didn't care anymore, about him saying that he didn't trust her. Because she knew that he did.
Sebastian knew she was there. He heard her heels click softly against the tiling of the floor. It couldn't be anyone else. He couldn't look at her though. Not because he was mad at her, not by any means. But because he was mad at himself for both letting her go and starting a pointless fight with Jake.
"Baby." Robyn cooed, taking a seat on the bed to have a closer look at Sebastian's injuries. "You're a mess."
"I am so sorry." Sebastian whispered his hand clutching onto Robyn's tightly, not wanting to let go. "I'm such a fucking idiot."
"Yeah. But idiot or genius, I still love you."
XOXO
"I was in the neighbourhood, thought I'd stop by."
"You look great." Jake mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Better than you." Robyn smiled a little, raising a brow at him.
Jake smiled softly in response and met her eyes for just a second before looking back down at the ground. He could still feel the connection with her, and it pained him to know that she now felt that with Sebastian.
"I just wanted you to let you know... I'm not angry anymore."
"You're not?"
"No." Robyn smiled softly, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm happy." She admitted, almost breathlessly. "I'm finally happy with somebody else, I've moved on. You were my first love, Jake. The first real, pure thing I felt for somebody. But I have to let you go. I have to let what happened go."
"Yeah," he nodded his head grievously, trying to force a smile but failed. "I know."