AN: not much IRL update. Life being life. Still hard but, we keep going right?
Oh. Still thinking about getting a turtle(not a tortoise, those cost a looooot) or a fish, emotional support pet/sleeping aid😂.
Oh and...
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Anywho. Here
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Robin's POV
We were at the newly built cabin—a cozy little love nest my family generously called a "gift." Let's be honest, it's the replacement for my original getaway crib, which had been utterly demolished the last time Rosalie and I had some "deep communication." Apparently, our thorough and rigorous exchange caused quite the stir.
This time, the cabin was built much farther away from anyone's sensitive ears. It seems certain members of the family (cough Edward cough) were uncomfortable hearing me call out Rosalie's name in vain during our "activities." Not that I blame them, but come on, did they really have to bring it up at dinner?
Anyway, my lovely momma Esme, my absolute favorite parent (don't tell Carlisle), teamed up with Isaac and his better half, Emmett, to build this new and improved hideaway. My dad, Carlisle, was off somewhere with Eleazar researching vampire reproduction or whatever weird science project they'd concocted.
Meanwhile, Tanya and NJ were glued to each other as usual. Honestly, I'd already come to terms with their whole "mate" situation. It helped that they looked age-appropriate together. NJ was turned at 36 and now looked older than me, even though I was technically her adoptive mom. And since she was mated to Tanya, she was going to join the Denali coven.
Sigh. My baby.
But let's move on before I start sobbing like a character in a soap opera.
I'd heard Edward, Alice, and Jasper were on their way back. Considering the fact that they were retreating from a mission before it was complete, I assumed Alice had seen something bad and decided it was time to bounce. I trusted her judgment, but I couldn't help being relieved I hadn't sent Jatix there. A pissed-off were-griffon is not a fun time for anyone.
So here we were, me and my stunning partner, enjoying our new and improved cabin. What, you think it's weird my mom built me a love shack? Listen, they built one for Edward and Bella in the canon timeline. Why shouldn't I get the same treatment? Besides, who am I to say no to being spoiled?
"They really outdid themselves with this one," Rosalie said, her voice soft and warm. Her hand was mindlessly playing with my hair while I leaned back against her. We were in a comfortable tangle of limbs, with me absentmindedly stroking her free hand.
"They did," I murmured, glancing around the cabin. It looked like something out of a fantasy story—like a hobbit house and an elven palace had a baby. The wooden beams, earthy colors, and cozy vibe made it the perfect getaway. I'd sketched out some ideas based on shows I'd watched, and Esme had brought them to life. #SpoiledPrincessRobin, indeed.
For a while, everything was perfect. Peaceful. But then I felt it—the subtle shift in Rosalie's mood.
Her fingers, which had been lazily threading through my hair, suddenly became deliberate, like she was using me as a fidget toy to calm herself.
"Love?" I asked, worried. "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she seemed to be carefully choosing her words, as if what she was about to say might shatter the tranquility between us.
Finally, she spoke.
"It's just..." Rosalie began, her voice shaking slightly. "I've thought about it a lot. We've never really talked about... everything. What happened between us. And every time it comes up as a joke, it still pricks my conscience."
I turned to look at her, but she was staring at her lap, her expression heavy with guilt.
"I made a stupid decision," she continued, her voice cracking. "It hurt you, and then I had the nerve to be mad and jealous about you and your... 'friends.' Especially Olivia. You almost built a life with her. I was so jealous, so mad at you. But you—you thought I chose someone else over you. And no matter what my intentions were, I still hurt you. I messed up."
Her hands flew to her face, her shoulders trembling. She was crying without tears, but I knew the venom tears would come soon if this went on. The bond we shared amplified her emotions, and I could feel the overwhelming guilt and regret radiating off her.
I couldn't let her spiral like this.
Sitting up, I adjusted myself so I was facing her. Gently, I pulled her hands away from her face. What I saw made my heart ache.
The venom streaking her cheeks didn't diminish her beauty, but the pain in her eyes was unbearable.
Yet, deep down, a small, ugly part of me was glad.
It was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But a tiny part of me was relieved she felt this way. After everything she'd put me through, after all the heartbreak and loneliness, some part of me thought, Good. Now you know how it feels.
But I hated myself for thinking that.
Because I wasn't blameless. I hadn't been mature enough to push for answers, to question her actions more thoroughly. I should have known something was off. I knew her better than anyone, and yet I didn't see through her façade.
Back then, our relationship was unconventional and frowned upon. And Rosalie, unaware of my ties to the supernatural world, had come up with what she thought was a clever loophole. She planned to tell me everything after the wedding. But that decision had backfired spectacularly.
Even now, as a vampire with decades of hindsight, I still thought it was stupid. She didn't know I could alter her memories, sure. But even by human standards, her choice was reckless and childish.
We'd both been so immature back then.
"I feel it, you know," Rosalie said suddenly, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You try to hide it, but I feel it through the bond. You say it's in the past, you laugh it off, but you're still bothered by it. You're not over it."
Her gaze met mine, her golden eyes shimmering with pain.
"I'm so sorry, Robin," she whispered. "I don't know how to make it up to you. What I did was unforgivable, but you still welcomed me back with open arms. You comfort me, defend me... and I don't deserve it. I'm so sorry."
She looked down again, her voice barely audible.
This time, I had no quick comeback. No witty quip to lighten the mood.
Because she was right.
I hadn't processed the hurt.
When we were apart, I had conditioned myself to move on. I thought she'd live her human life, have her dream of a mundane existence, and eventually pass away. I'd prepared myself for her to die and be reborn as someone else—a new version of her, free from the mistakes of our past.
But when I saw her again, as herself and as a vampire, everything I'd been bracing for was ripped apart.
I hadn't allowed myself to heal. I hadn't forgiven her. I'd just shoved the pain aside, hoping time would make it disappear.
"Rosalie," I said softly, taking her hands in mine. "You're right. I still carry some of that hurt. But it's not because I don't forgive you."
She looked up at me, her expression raw and vulnerable.
"I forgive you," I continued, my voice steady. "I just don't know how to forgive myself. I should've seen through it. I should've asked more questions. I should've—"
"Robin," she interrupted, her tone firm despite the tears. "None of this was your fault. I made the choice. I hurt you. And you're not responsible for my mistakes."
I exhaled shakily, her words hitting me harder than I expected.
"I love you, Rosalie," I said, leaning forward to rest my forehead against hers. "And we'll get through this. Together."
Her lips trembled into a small, grateful smile. "I love you too. So much."
We stayed like that for a while, letting the bond between us speak what words couldn't.
But...
Rosalie's hands trembled in mine, her gaze searching my face for an answer to the guilt and grief she had been holding onto. I wanted to give her that answer. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and tell her everything was fine, that we'd magically heal from the past and move on.
But it wasn't fine. Not yet.
I rested my forehead against hers, our bond humming softly between us, like a living thing trying to comfort us both.
"Rose," I whispered, breaking the fragile silence. "I don't think this is something we can fix overnight. I wish it were, but…" My voice cracked, and I hated myself for it. "We've been through too much. We both have wounds that haven't healed yet."
Her golden eyes, shimmering with venom tears, flickered with pain. "I know," she whispered back. "I've known for a while, but I didn't want to admit it. I thought if I just held on tight enough, if I loved you hard enough, I could fix it. I could fix us."
"You didn't have to fix anything by yourself," I said, my thumb brushing the back of her hand. "This isn't just on you. I should've been honest about my feelings. I should've let myself feel the hurt instead of burying it."
Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but no words came out. I could feel her struggling against the thought forming in her mind, the one neither of us wanted to say out loud.
"We need time," I said softly, finishing the thought for her.
Her eyes widened, a sharp intake of breath hitching in her throat. "Time?"
I nodded, though it felt like my heart was shattering with every word. "Not forever. Just… some space. To figure out who we are without all this pain hanging over us. To grow, heal, and come back to each other stronger."
"But what if—" Her voice broke, and she quickly looked away, as if ashamed of her own fear.
"What if we drift apart?" I guessed, my own fear mirroring hers.
She nodded silently, her hands tightening around mine as if she was afraid I'd let go.
"We won't," I said firmly, leaning back just enough to look her in the eye. "I love you, Rose. That's never going to change. But right now, I think we're hurting each other more than we're helping. And if we keep holding on without addressing that, we might break something we can't fix."
'and not like we can actually break up, we're soul mates' but I kept this thought to myself.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, her jaw clenched as she tried to keep the venom tears at bay. "I hate that you're right," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
I gave her a sad smile. "It's a first, huh?"
That earned me a weak chuckle, and I clung to it like a lifeline.
We sat in silence for a while, the weight of our decision pressing down on us. I could feel the bond between us pulsing with a mix of sorrow and understanding, as if even it knew this was the right thing to do.
Finally, Rosalie spoke, her voice steady despite the pain. "How do we do this?"
I hesitated, not wanting to say the words but knowing they needed to be said. "We'll start by giving each other some distance. Physically, emotionally. Focus on ourselves for a while. Work through everything we've been carrying without dragging each other down. We can do everything we thought of doing before... travel, learn new things..."
I've already travelled a lot, but Rosalie hasn't, I'll make sure someone would be with her when she does.
She nodded slowly, her fingers brushing mine before she let go entirely. The absence of her touch felt like a knife to my chest, but I didn't pull her back.
"When?" she asked, her voice so quiet I almost didn't hear it.
I swallowed hard. "Soon. Not tonight, but soon."
Her gaze flicked to mine, and for a moment, I thought she might argue. But instead, she leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. It wasn't like our usual kisses—fiery and consuming. This one was gentle, filled with love and sorrow and a promise neither of us could put into words.
We spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms, saying everything without speaking a word.
When the first rays of sunlight filtered through the cabin's windows, Rosalie shifted in my arms, her expression resolute. "I'll go back to the family," she said, her voice steady despite the heartbreak in her eyes. "Help out where I can. Maybe spend some time with Esme."
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
"And you?" she asked, her fingers brushing against mine one last time.
"I'll stay here for a bit," I said, my voice hoarse. "Figure out what I want. Who I want to be."
She gave me a small, bittersweet smile. "You've always known who you are, Robin. It's one of the things I love about you."
I blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I'll come back to you," I promised, my voice trembling. "When I'm ready—when we're ready."
She nodded, her hand lingering on my cheek for a moment before she stood. "Don't take too long, okay?" she said with a faint smile, her tone light but her eyes heavy with emotion.
"I won't," I said, watching her walk away, every step feeling like a piece of my heart was being ripped away.
As the door closed behind her, I let out a shaky breath, the cabin suddenly feeling too big, too quiet. I sank onto the couch, my hands trembling as I tried to process what had just happened.
We were doing the right thing. I knew that.
But knowing didn't make it hurt any less.
For now, all I could do was hope. Hope that the time apart would heal the wounds we couldn't fix together. Hope that when we found our way back to each other, we'd be stronger for it.
And most of all, hope that this wasn't the end of our story.
Meh, I know it isn't, Alice already saw it. this is for you, our future baby girl!
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