No matter how many times you said sorry, Robbie left regardless. You had hurt him. Badly. It was understandable that he cut you off like a weed. It had been a while since you two had spoken. It was clear to your friends that the way you two had reacted to the situation was your end. But when one day you're walking through the market you always liked to visit on weekends, you spotted him there. Which was strange, since you were the one to drag him there when you two still talked. It was strange seeing him there. He was with someone else. It shattered your heart a bit, but you sucked it up. You decided to talk to him. When Robbie turned to see who had tapped his shoulder his eyes widened a bit. "...Hey."