Robin was dead. That's what all the papers said. "Local boy missing and now presumed dead". They said he was taken by the grabber, he was but I knew he wasn't dead.

My parents threatened to put in in a school for messed up kids because apparently I was messed up. I wasn't, I knew I wasn't. It's not my problem that I believe robin is still out there.

In the beginning, my hopes were high that he would knock on my door any day and pull me into his arms but overtime that hope started to deteriorate. I was on the verge of giving up

Today was day 136 and still no sign of robin.

Mom- time to get up

I groaned in response getting out of bed. I brushed my hair and teeth and headed off the school.

As I was walking I noticed a crowd of people gathered in a circle. I walked up to Gwen.

Y/n- what's that all about?

Gwen- it's best you see for yourself

I thought it was finney probably in a fight. I rushed to the front of the circle. I thought I was dreaming, this was all I wanted. All I needed. His eyes met mine. God they were so broken. I ran to him, jumping into his arms giving him a much needed hug

Y/n- it's you ... it's really you

Robin- god I missed you so much

Y/n- I never stopped, I never gave up hope. I knew you were out there.

He smiled in response. I stepped away looking at him. He was covered in blood, not his, bruises and his hair a mess.

Y/n- it's been 13-

Robin- 136 days, I know

Tears rolled down my cheeks, burning my soft skin. He reached his arm out, using his thumb to wipe them away

I had missed him so much. Robin was my everything, the only thing keeping me going

For the rest of the day, I caught him up on all the things that happened. I was so glad to have him back, my best friend, my lover, my robin