The black phone ~imagines~

Time to move on (robin)

Robin and I were close. Well more than close so naturally when I found out he was gone, I died inside.

There was a brief period of hope when i found out finney made it out alive. I remember ,just like it was yesterday, watching the news.

Officer- tonight these two officers put an end to the horrific case of the missing boys around Denver

My heart pounded in my chest.

Officer- we believe the man known as Albert shaw had 2 houses. One where he kept the victims alive and one across the street where he buried the bodies

I sat there waiting and waiting for them to say who survived. Finney went missing days after Robin so maybe they were alive together

Officer- there was only one survivor

As much as I hate to admit it, I silently prayed for Robin to be the survivor

Officer- finney Blake

I paused, unsure of what I should do. Cry? Scream?

When I finally decided to go to bed, I cried all night, all fucking night. Robin was the only person I had, the closest thing to family I'd ever get.

People like me never get a happy ending. I don't expect sympathy or anything like that because that's not who I am. That's not who Robin taught me to be.

Robin was gone. Moving on was the only solution. Finding new hope, finding a new will to live.

So that's what I did, I moved on. Six months down the line I'm happy working in the grab n go and finney and I have become a lot closer which is nice because we share the same loss. Here and there Robin still comes to mind but finney is always by my side to pull me back to reality

The truth is, in order to heal you must move on. You must live the life they wanted you to have but don't live for them, simply live for you