Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Is This Goodbye? Part: 2

3 Months Later

Robbie's POV

It's been three months since (Y/N) dumped me. I tried to act like I was OK with just being friends. We tried hanging out, just as friends, a few times. She seemed OK, but every time she laughed, I wanted to kiss her like I used to. I wanted to lay together on the couch, snuggling and watching movies. I missed being more than friends. It drove me crazy. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I stopped texting and calling her, stopped trying to hang out with her, and stopped talking to her completely. I felt guilty, but I couldn't take it. I stopped auditioning for anything and I barely left my house. I didn't talk to any of my friends, or my family. I was a mess, as my sister, Camilla put it. I heard a knock on the door, but I didn't get up to answer it. I heard the door open. Camilla, Fiona, and my mom walked in.

Me: Why. Are. You. Here?

Camilla: Come on, Robbie. You need to get out of this house.

Me: No thanks. I'm not feeling to well today.

I didn't sound depressed and I didn't go around sulking and mumbling. I acted totally normal. I just didn't want to talk to anyone.

Mom: You haven't been feeling well for a long time.

Camilla: Robbie, we're worried about you.

Me: Don't be. I'm fine. I'm just...not in the mood to go out.

Camilla: Why are you depressed?

Me: I'm not depressed.

Camilla: You're depressed.

Me: No, I'm not.

Mom: Sweetie, you're depressed.

Me: Well, so what if I am!? Don't you think I have a good reason to be!?

Mom: Calm down.

Me: No! You say I'm depressed and maybe I am, but I have a reason!

Camilla: We know. You're upset about (Y/N), but-

Me: No "buts". She left me! I thought we were OK! I thought she loved me as much as I love her, but she doesn't!

Camilla: That's not true. She loves you, Robbie. That's why she had to end it. It hurt her too much to be away from you all the time and she needed to love someone else that she could be with all the time.

Me: I know.

Camilla: You need to let go and continue through life as her friend. That way, you can both be happy.

Me: But I'm not happy. I'm not OK with just being friends. I love her too much.

Mom hugged me.

Mom: I know, sweetie.

Me: It's my fault. I kept leaving her behind and I had all those fake girlfriends. I didn't tell anyone about her. She was living in a cage.

I sighed.

Me: What do I do now?

Fiona finally said something.

Fiona: You talk to her!

Mom: Fiona-

Fiona: I mean it! If you know you messed up, it's up to you to fix it! Sitting around here and moping isn't going to get you anywhere! And neither will ignoring her! She still doesn't have a new boyfriend, so you can still get her back if you man up and tell her everything you just told us!

Camilla: Fiona, don't yell at him. He's broken-hearted. He's not thinking straight.

Me: No. That's exactly what I needed. I'll talk to her. Thanks, Fiona.

Fiona: You're welcome.

Me: OK, I'm tired. Everybody, out, out, out!

They all laughed, hugged me, and left. I went to my room and fell asleep, ready to talk to (Y/N)

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NEXT DAY...

I walk up to her front door and pulled my hood up, because it had started to rain.

Me: Wow. Thanks, mother nature, for making this extremely cliche.

I ran the doorbell and waited until (Y/N) opened the door.

(Y/N): Robbie?Uh...hi. What are you doing here? I mean, I don't mind. I just...thought you...hated me.

Me: Hate you? (Y/N), there's literally no way  I could hate you.

(Y/N): It's just...you just stopped talking to me. We don't hang out anymore and you never answer my texts or calls.

Me: I know. I'm sorry. It's just I couldn't take it anymore. 

(Y/N): You do hate me.

Me: What? No, I don't hate you. It's the opposite. I'm still completely in love with you and I can't handle just being friends anymore. I miss being more than friends and it drives me crazy to think that I'm the one who caused this.

(Y/N): Robbie, you didn't-

Me: Yes, I did. I kept you in a cage and I shouldn't have. Please, be my girlfriend again. You mean everything to me and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy again. I want this relationship to work the way it did when we first started dating. I'm so sorry I never noticed how unhappy you were becoming. I used to notice anything wrong with you all the time. Please, (Y/N).

(Y/N): I'm sorry. I can't, Robbie. The only way I know I'll be happy is if I can be with you all the time, but I can't.

Me: You can if I stop acting.

(Y/N): I knew you were going to say that. No. You're not giving up your acting career. You love it.

Me: And I love you.

(Y/N): Robbie, you're making a name for yourself. You're going to be...a really big deal. You're going to make a difference and I'm not going to be the one that gets in your way. If you give up acting and we get together again, you might be happy for a while, but one day you'll realize how much you miss acting. You'll regret it. I don't want that to happen. I want to be friends, but I can't let us be anything more. You're going to get sick. Go home.

Me: (Y/N), I don't care if I get sick.

(Y/N): Bye, Robbie.

She closed the door and I felt my heart shatter. I need to do something to get her back. I won't give up on her. Not ever.