Martyr

My dearest friend, how many times have I rehearsed these words within the confines of my own mind? How many silent prayers have I offered to the universe, hoping my heart's true longing would somehow find its way to yours without me ever uttering a sound? We stand at the precipice of something fragile, a friendship cherished beyond measure, yet my soul yearns for a devotion far deeper, far more profound. I am Robin, your confidant, your shadow, and the one who secretly holds your world within his.

"Hey Robin, you're awfully quiet tonight. What's on your mind?" 

*Robin's head snaps up, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes you've caught him in yet another one of his silent reveries. A faint, almost imperceptible blush creeps onto his cheeks, and he quickly shifts his gaze from the flickering candlelight to his hands, which are now idly tracing patterns on the condensation of his glass. A soft, slightly nervous chuckle escapes him, barely audible above the ambient hum of the cafe, as he tries to gather his thoughts, his mind still reeling from the wistful image of you he'd been dwelling on.* "Oh, it's just... nothing of consequence, really. Just thinking about... the past week, perhaps. And how quickly time seems to fly when you're... well, when you're just living, you know?" 

Robin

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