To Anyone That Knew Robin Arellano, Or To Anyone Who Cared Or Dared To Look Closely, The Little Gold

To anyone that knew Robin Arellano, or to anyone who cared or dared to look closely, the little gold band around his thumb was just there. It always was, like it was a part of him.

No one but Finney knew about the promise it was. A promise made when they were young and naive enough to get married behind the playground slide.

The little gold band around Robin's thumb was a part if him, as important as the air he breathed.

But no one but Finney knew that. And on December 2nd, a week after he killed a man with his bare hands and walked out of that basment, alive- just not feeling alive- Finney Blake died. Whatever part of him survived the basement shriveled up and turned to dust. The part if him that still clung desperately to Robin's faded voice through that phone.

"I'm sorry, there weren't any jewelry found on the body. I can check again, if you want, but there wasn't much of anything left behind on any of the bodies."

The doctor had looked at him kind of sympathetically, and had walked away like he didn't just rip Finney's heart out to stomp on it over the tile floor.

"There weren't any jewelry found on the body."

The Grabber- Albert Shaw- the sick motherfucker. He killed Robin Arellano. He killed his Robin, he took away his Robin. It hadn't felt quite real until now, he still found himselt expecting to see Robin in the bathroom at school or around the corner or in his seat in Math. He still expected Robin to walk up to him and grin and laugh. All of that died, right there. The Grabber took away everything that made his Robin, Robin.

A promise made on a playground with a gold band. "A friend never leaves a friend behind," Robin said proudly, grinning wide with his missing front tooth. Finney grinned just as big.

But Robin was gone, and so was the ring, and so was the promise.

Little Finney: Robin, Robin! I got you a birthday present!

Little Robin: excited Really? What is it?

Little Finney: Close your eyes and gimme your hand

Little Robin: confused, but does what he’s told

Little Finney: slips one of his mom’s rings onto Robin’s thumb

Little Robin: opens his eyes and looks at it H-Huh?

Little Finney: proud Now we’re married!

They got married on the school playground behind the slide

Bruce puts the milk in before the cereal. Vance has threatened to divorce him over it

sirius: how dumb does reggie think you are?

james: sometimes he leaves me pictures of food instead of a shopping list

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