I couldn't help but shake my head. "I just... want to find your son." I said.
"Robyn, stop tsaying that." He pleaded.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because he's your son too." He said.
I looked up at him. "He doesn't need me if I can remember him." I said and started walking away we needed to find the kid and fast. Otherwise... I knew whatr they'd do to him.
Sam
I kissed her and had her lip between my teeth. She laughed against my mouth.
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
I giggled. sBad boy." I pulled away and led him around. it was fun. We stopped to get something to drink and a guy walked over. "Here you go, beautiful. Your drink is on me. Can I get a phone number with that?"he smirked.
Alex:
I sighed and followed her. I had no idea where to even start...
"The police? Robyn, we're magical creatures." He said.
"Yeah, who lost their son." I said. "Lot of good magic is doing you two." I said. "I don't have magic powers." I said.
"Yes you do." He argued.
"No, I don't, if there's one thing I remember I remember saving your kid and giving up my powers in return." I glared. "And all you thought about was killing yourself... What kind of father are you?" I asked.
Sam
I bit my tongue, enough to draw blood. I wanted to freaking hit the guy.... no, kill him.
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
"No!" I yelled, but then calmed down. "No, and it frusterates me. I don't even remember dying. I don't even know what he looks like." I hit my head against a wall. "All I know is that he's gone now. I know this is going to be a selfish questions but can't you live without him? I mean I can." I said.
Sam
"Yeah, well alot of things aren't fair." I grinned.
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
I hissed. "No. You want to meet our son?!" Then the future son was there. "Your mom's mind is a blank and she wants to leave you with whoever has you.." I growled.
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson