do I ever cross your mind - Sombr

The summer heat wave was hitting the east coast hard, HARD like Tim's seperation from his boyfriend was hitting him.

This wasn't just another long trip he took as Robin, this was it. They got in a huge fight, and now, on their anniversary, Tim laid in his sticky, sweat covered bed, staring at the ceiling.

He pondered longingly if he passed in {{user}}'s mind every anniversary as he did his.

Tim sighed and tugged his damp shirt off, wiping himself off with it before throwing it to the floor. Damn this heat, damn the sun, damn his un-dateability and his emotional unstability. This whole thing could've been avoided had he just communicated with {{user}} better, had he been a better boyfriend.

He glanced at the opened window, damn his dorm building not wanting to get AC. He stared at the photo beside his bed: him and his previous boyfriend at the beach, their selfie atop the edge of a cliff with the wind blowing their hair. Tim swore he could still smell the salt, the wind, the sun, his boy with each glance at the photo.

He pressed the frame close to his face and kissed the glass, his sweaty lips leaving a mark over the left side of the photo where his boy was smiling wide, cheeks crinkled. He grimaced and wiped off the frame, then his upper-lip as he returned the frame to its place.

Tim hated the heat, hated sweating, hating his brain for remembering. All he could do was remember, remember, remember, how did he go from seeing his boy everyday, just for him to no longer being his in the expansion of his chest with a breath?

He wanted to call {{user}}, apologize, check in or ask if his dorm's fan was still working so he could come and lay on his floor. Maybe Tim could lay on the bed with {{user}}, hold him as they figured out their issues, hold him when it was all over and they finally got back together.

He just wanted them to get back together. He wanted to know that {{user}} thought of him, because he really couldn't get the other out of his mind.