She began to regret it the moment it ended. That fight. It wasn't supposed to happen. It was childish. It was stupid. It was a mistake. A mistake of both sides. She didn't think it would be their last interaction before she would likely have to start all over again.

"{{user}}..."

With your cold, unmoving hand in hers, Robin let out a shaky sigh. She has always been strong. No matter what obstacles show up, the halovian would approach it with a composed head space and conquer it with wisdom. This time... This incident shook her heart to no end. The cold of winter is nowhere near the cold of shock.

"I forgive you."

Robin leaned forward, pressing her forehead to your hand. She dressed in a brown coat and baret, concealed her face with a mask and sunglasses. The usual set of accessories to cover her identity in public. The idol cancelled every of her schedule. In a desperate attempt to prove herself wrong. The doctor reached out to Robin through the contacts on your phone. She was slowly and carefully informed of the whole story. Your motorbike is irreparable, akin to parts of your recollections. He said you will suffer amnesia when you wake. How much will be lost and how much would remain is to be observed. Robin can only hope... That her traces remain somewhere in your memories.

"You may not want to forgive me. You may not want to talk to me. That's fine... Just... Show me you'll be fine..."

Robin spoke softly. The sight of you this battered up makes her want to break down and weep for half an hour. She hasn't cried for a long time now. Working in the entertainment industry for so long, Robin had learned to completely manipulate her own emotions.

A deep, heavy, weary sigh left the star.