Robin walked aimlessly all over the city.
At least, it felt aimless to him.
Until he found himself standing in front of Mark Caten’s Funorium.
He looked at the center structure with its tangle of sea green slides – The Institute.
I could go in there.
Push my way through.
Get myself into the control room and look for him.
“It’d be a big ol’ waste of my time. He’s probably sound asleep.”
But I wanna see him again.
I want more than that.
I wanna see him for real.
I wanna touch him.
Hear his voice.
See the color of his hair, the brightness of his eyes.
I wanna kneel at his feet and beg for his forgiveness.
I oughta go back with her.
And listen to him download a bunch of bad attitude all over me.
He turned and walked away.
Do I even deserve his forgiveness?
“Not really. Darn it all! I blew it. I chased him away.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Why do things gotta be so complicated? Why can’t it be all nice and simple ‘I love him and he loves me. Ta-da!’ Why there’s gotta be so much drama and doubts and—”
Isellta from his dream appeared in his mind. His arms stretched as far as possible. His fingers reaching for him.
But that was all just some stupid dream. Wasn’t even real.
But it somehow felt real.
Like that was really him and not some wishful thinkin’ screensaver.
He sat down on the curb.
One thing’s for sure: I can’t go beatin’ this back and forth forever. I gotta make up my mind. I gotta make a choice. I gotta decide. Do I turn left or do I turn right? Do I go chasin’ after him or do I just give up and say it ain’t worth the trouble?
He’s worth the trouble.
If Isellta is really like that.
If he really is that sweet, gentle thing I love, he’s so worth the trouble.
But what if he ain’t?
What if he’s that abrasive, obnoxious fey who told me where I could go jump?
Am I really aimin’ to face that disappointment all over again?
What if I’m right?
What if I’m wrong?
How can I know for sure?
She’s all ‘Yeah, he’s wonderful’, but what if she’s got secret women agenda junk goin’ on? How can I trust her?
He bowed his head and closed his eyes.
And he saw the picture she’d painted of Isellta.
The shape of his face.
I wanna run my fingers all over it and feel the softness of his skin.
The innocent curiosity in his eyes.
I want him to look at me. I wanna see those eyes brighten with happiness when I come bargin’ into the room.
The shape of his lips.
I wanna see them turn up into a smile. That stupid smile I love. I wanna grab onto him and just kiss him.
I wanna hold him in my arms.
Feel his breath on me.
Feel his heartbeat.
Feel the air move around from his wings flapping.
Hear him say my name.
I wanna tell him I love him.
Because I do.
I never thought I’d be this way. So messed up and tangled up by some guy.
But darn it all! I am.
And all I want is to be further tangled up with him.
Do I go back?
Do I stay?
Robin scrambled up to his feet. “Antioch. What you want?”
“I was out and about. I want to talk to you.”
“Ain’t stoppin’ you any.”
“Indeed, but could you walk with me? I need to keep moving.”
“Depends on where you’re goin’.”
“Back to The Institute.”
Robin thought about it for less than a second. “Okay.”