Falling

jackets

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While her father dealt with 'business', Robyn walked around the community. Her father told her to find layers as it would be cold, but also take anything she wanted. She was too nice to do that though. Yes, she would find some layers to keep her warm during the winter to please her father, but she just wasn't comfortable with taking people's things.

She stepped into on of the house's on the outskirts of the community. It was quite obviously. Negan had called for everyone to meet in the towns square while sending Simon with Robyn.

She couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia pass over her. She wished that this was her home, and that her mother would be in the kitchen baking some kind of treat while her father was in the garage scaring teenage boys after a game of ping pong.

She picked up a frame off of shelf. The family seemed happy enough. It was enough to make her want to puke. Before she did anything stupid like throw the picture across the room, she set it back down, and made her way upstairs.

She entered a girls room. Might as well look for some layers in here. Robyn opened up the closet. She felt as if she was getting ready for school again. She wished that was the case. Running her hand over all of the different fabrics her hand landed on a jacket. It was a light red and lined with fleece. Gently taking it off of the hanger she slid it on her shoulders. Looking into the full body mirror, Robyn didn't see herself. She saw her mom. With wide eyes, she backed up and knocked everything off of the nightstand. Looking at her mess, she scrambled to pick everything up and placed it all back in it's rightful spot.

"You okay Robbie?" Simon called from downstairs.

"Yeah I'm fine, just knocked over some things that's all!" Robyn yelled to her fathers best friend downstairs trying to hide the shakiness of her voice.

The next time she looked in the mirror she saw herself. She'd gotten thinner, and looked sleep deprived.

"It looks good on you." A voice said behind her. Instantly reaching for her knife she spun around. "Relax, you're the one in my house."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware anyone was living here." Robyn said bluntly. "It looks like no ones been here for ages."

"Well that's because it's just been me." The boy says shrugging. Robyn notices the dark circles under his eyes too. "This is my sisters room. No ones touched it in forever."

"Negan didn't kill her-" Robyn gulped. She wasn't about to tell a total stranger who her dad was. Besides, how was he supposed to know? "-did he?"

"Nah, she was bit." He said quietly. Feeling uneasy, Robyn started to take off the jacket only for he boy to stop her. "No, keep it. Lord knows I don't have any use for it, doesn't match my eyes."

Laughing at his stupid joke Robyn smiled. She felt normal almost. It felt weird that a total stranger could make her do things her father had tried for months to get her to do.

"Name's Trevor." The boy said extending his hand for her to shake.

"I'm Robyn."
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