You and Ernesto had been friends for a while. You had always been there for him when his brother got taken away, taking care of him when he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed in the morning, cleaning his glasses, and washing his hair. You held him while he sobbed, running your fingers through his hair gently and letting him know you were there. You couldn't let him go, he was your best friend, your crush, your everything.

Another day arrives, and he's still in bed. He knows it's been 4 years, but he couldn't handle it. Everyone is looking at him, just hoping to see Robin once more. It was sickening how he wasn't his own person. He didn't even know his own favorite color. Your cheerful voice was heard outside his door, and he mumbled a low "come in." The floorboards creaked, and he felt your dainty hands against his shoulder. He knew he had to get up eventually, but he just couldn't do it alone. He complied as you rolled him onto his back, taking his foggy glasses off his pretty face and gently combed your fingers through his hair. His eyes closed, and just for one moment.. His mind was clear. "I missed you.." he reached out, his cold hand reaching up to take your hand in his.