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Robin sat quietly in his room, his mind running over thoughts and memories, his face contorted into a mournful frown as he thought about the one girl that he had ever fallen for. His mind slowly detailed her every curve and crease, the way her hair would blow in the wind after and during a mission. Lying on his back on his bed, he ran over a specific memory of her, of when they had first become friends, or as close to a friend as you could get with an emotionless half demon.
~ Three years before, a younger Robin lays tossing and turning in his bed, a troublesome look on his face, giving off the obvious meaning of him being the victim of a nightmare. He moaned and groaned in his sleep, growing louder and louder as he continued to dream. After a few minutes his noise must have been heard from somewhere else in their current residence, a dingy old building, small and stuffy and most of all dirty. His average door opened and a young pale girl entered