Robin shook and trembled in front of the boy. Guitar in hand, he shook as if it was the middle of winter.

The boy looked concerned but relaxed...

"You know it's quite late, what are you doing out this late with a guitar?" The boy asked and did his best to avoid eye contact.

Robin did the same

"Uh... I just need some air and I didn't know when I'd get back home... " Robin replied accent heavy and laced with emotion.

"Hmm, well I hope nothing happened that can't be fixed."

Robin nodded and said "Yes, I hope so too...hey um... " It came out like word vomit " What happened to you? " He asked but not so politely.

The boy replied "...I don't have too may friends... More enemies I suppose. "

"Oh." Robin replied with Little to no emotion it's not like he knew this boy "I'm Robbie but you can call me robin." He simply stated.

The boy smiled "I'm jack, the boy replied. " Do you think you could play me something? " Jack asked

Robin shook his head, "No... I don't really play anymore..." He Carried that statement in the air and it hung as frost between the two of them.

Jack broke the uncomfortable silence with laughter, not the joyful kind, the kind you use when you pity a child.

Nonetheless he approached robin and snatched the guitar but the strap and awfully started strumming it. "Nonsense! Of course you play you wouldn't walk around in the middle of the night only taking a guitar." Jack smirked as he did and said all these things to Robin.

Robin could only look in fear and disgust at this boy jack who which he barely knew.

His first approach, Anger.

Robin ripped the guitar from his hands, but jack was quick to strike back and pull it closer to his body. Robin pulled as hard as he could to get jacks grip to come to a ease. Evidently Jack let go and robin fell, so did his guitar.

As it became crumbles on the cement pavement, all robin and jack did was stare.

"You idiot!" Robin screamed. "You have no idea how much that cost!" It did indeed for it took Robin two summers working a lemonade stand in the park, every dollar of birthday money , and anything left over from a concert.
Robin stood up with his face as red as his curls.

Jack, he's never come up with that money on his own, and jack realized this was his problem now to solve.

Jack pushed robin back down to run for it and never see that boy again.

As robin fell, there he laid, on the chilling cement. And tears found their ways to his eyes.

Robin laid there for what seemed like hours, with damp cheeks, and now a broken guitar.

Little did robin know his mother had called robin father, although the two had departed from one another they continued to get along well with one another. They both got in separate cars to take of to look for their son, worrying so much. Their son they knew well no matter the circumstances they always have had a good understanding of their boy, so they each knew places around robins mothers complex building and town where robin could potentially be.

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"I miss jack." Robin states in his room, the memory prior to two years from today's date, he didn't notice but he was crying so hard no sound came out...

💫the beginning of lemon boy💫