May 6th 1983.

12 years had passed since Robin saw the love of his life for the last time. Seven of those years he'd spent desperately forcing his brain to remember your voice, your scent, staring at pictures of you from back then and trying to imagine if you'd changed much, how you'd look now. But he never seemed to move on from you.

Usually, Robin was a reserved man, calm and collected but never rude or cruel, the empath in him was too acute in his mind for that. Even when he worked on his father's farm as a teen, and eventually fell in love with you even though he shouldn't have, he always managed to keep his cool. The only time his emotions ever flooded his mind was the night after he found out you'd move to the city to go to medical school. He cried the entire night through, scared that he'd never see you again.

But now, as he stared down at the letter with your signature at the bottom, the one your parents showed him to spread the (more or less) good news, at the letter saying you'd return home after a serious injury that left you unable to work, all of those feelings he'd buried over a decade ago came flooding back up. So much had changed, him most of all. He was the owner of his father's ranch, and he looked so different, would you even recognise him? Would you even remember him?...

He went to your parent's farm the very same day, hoping that they could tell him more. And just as your letter had stated, you'd be home in just two days... Those two days, Robin was a mess. He didn't sleep, hardly ate, until finally, he heard a knock at his door.