Pieces // Robin Stjernberg Fanfiction *On Hold*

Every night Emely Grey sneaks out of her room and climbs through her window, running towards the park with her precious razor safe in her pocket. She'll look at the stars and think about her past. She sees the stars as angels who have their light to shine down at the earth. A fallen angel is what she is called. Her light faded a long time ago.
Her best friend Robin left her a year ago, moving from Växjö to Stockholm. To follow his dream of becoming a singer.

''I'm a wounded soldier without shame. But I know my target, I know my aim.''
- Robin Stjernberg // One Down Two To Go


2. Chapter 1: You

For the past couple of weeks, I've been sneaking out every night. My parents keep flipping afterwards, but I've became deaf to their screams. And every night he'd be there under that tree, singing songs. He told me he wrote them himself, for an album he's recording.

I still haven't told him my name. And I don't know his. But it's fine with me. If he doesn't know anything about me and doesn't see me, he won't be able to judge. I'm not letting anyone get close enough to hurt me anymore. Every night he'd look at my arm, touching the scars my cuts created. And he'd be happy that there weren't any more than the last time. And every time we went our separate ways I'd cry in silence, because he was the only one who cared, and I'm afraid of losing him and never seeing him again. Just like what happened a year ago. When my best friend, Robin,  competed in idols, and ended second. Of course I was happy for him..but..he never came back, which doesn't only mean he'll be making music, which he loves. But also that he'll be all over the country and eventually..forget about me.

We used to have fun, I'd take the train and come over from Alvesta and we wrote songs together. I'd be playing the guitar and he'd be playing the piano. We sat there night after night, in his basement.

But when he became an actual singer he moved from Växjö to Stockholm, leaving me behind. It tore me apart, in the beginning he'd call, but that faded away fast. And now, I don't think he'd even recognize me if I stood right in front of him.

A couple of months later I moved to Växjö myself, but of course he was long gone.

As I climb out of my window again I see a figure come out of a house across the street. In his hand he had a guitar case. He turned around and noticed me. It was already dark so his face was unrecognizable, but somehow I had a strong feeling it was the same boy from the park. I saw him coming up to me and I just stood there, with my hand in my pocket, protecting the razor blade.

"Hey.." He said. It was the same voice as every night, it gave me comfort. His angelic tones always made me feel .. different. "Hey." I said. He stopped walking and looked at me. "It's you?" He asked. "It's me." I said and I began to walk towards the park. He quickly came walking next to me. "So now I know where you live.." He said. "Yeah you do, what about it?" I asked. "Will you tell me your name now?" He asked with a hopeful tone in his voice. "No." I said. I turned away from him and started to walk faster. But he kept up with me and grabbed my hand. "Easy." He said, and I slowed down.

 We walked to our usual place, and sat down.

"I wrote a new song." He said. And he opened his guitar case. "It's not finished yet.. I only have the first verse. But I want your opinion." He said, I smiled as he started playing. He sang beautifully:

"Hey do you remember? How we would stay up all night, talking about our destiny? And I'd play the piano, and you would strum on your guitar. Those where the days. If only you could see me now. I live my dream, I owe it all to you. I owe it to you..  Isn't it crazy? Yeah, isn't it crazy? It's all because of you...."

He sounded amazing, his voice sounded magical with the sounds of the strings. "Wow." That's all I could make out. "Do you like it?" He asked, he sounded insecure. "I love it!" I said. He laughed. "I'm glad you do. Cause this is the song I'll be singing for Melodifestivalen in 2013 next year. Let's just hope I win and get to represent Sweden in Eurovision." He said and looked up at the dark sky.

Eurovision is a singing competition in Europe where every country sends an act to represent the county, there are 2 semifinals and then the final. In the final people vote and decide who wins. The country that wins gets to organize the Eurovision Song Contest the year after that. The most important countries, Germany, France, UK, Italy & Spain are automatically through to the final cause they pay the most. And the country that the ESC is being held in gets to go straight through to the final.

In 2013 the Eurovision is in my home country Sweden, 'cause Loreen won in 2012.

Melodifestivalen is the Swedish Eurovision where they pick the artist or band who they're going to send to ESC.

"I'm sure you'll win." I said. Without realizing it I scooped closer to him. He wrapped his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. "Thank you." he said. "I wrote it for an old friend." He sighed. "I don't think I'll ever see her beautiful green eyes again." He grabbed my hand. "Let's go." he said. "To where?" I asked as he dragged me along. "Somewhere I used to go with her." He said. "We stopped in front of the house he came out earlier. The place what I think was his house. He opened the door and held it open for me. He turned on the lights. I looked around, it all looked so familiar. He grabbed my hand again and in his other hand he still carried his guitar case. He walked me to a door, which led to the basement. I walked down and he followed me.

At this point I still hadn't seen his face. All I did was look around.

As I stood on the last step I saw a piano. An old, black, winged piano.



I threw my pencil at him, he manage to dodge it but fell off the piano chair. I laughed and he got back up, walking towards me with an evil smirk on his face.

"You've found yourself on thin ice Emely.." he said. Then suddenly he sat down on top of me and started to tickle me. "ROBIN! STOP! HAHAHAH!" I couldn't stop laughing. In the end he got off me. "Let's see what time it is." He said and grabbed his phone. "3AM, jeez time flies." As I got up he grabbed some pillows and blankets which he always had there and sat down next to me. He placed one of the pillows on his lap and I layed my head down on it. He put a blanked over me and wrapped his arms around me. "I'll always protect you." He said as I fell asleep.



I blinked a couple of times. I remembered all the times I've had here. It was the same piano and the pillows and blankets were still there. I turned around and looked at my old best friend. "holy shit, Robin?" I said as tears of happiness filled my eyes. "It's me Emely, it's me." He said.  I jumped at him and hugged him tight. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, he spun me around and put me back on the ground. "I did not even know..." I said. Smiling bigger than I ever had before.

"Me neither. Until you laid your head on my shoulder just now. Just like you used to." He said and smiled. I gave him a hug again, this time he picked me up and carried me to the couch in the corner of the room. Next to a big stack of CD's and a pile of comics. He put me down and sat down next to me. The tears were streaming down my face, I couldn't believe it was actually him.

"I had no idea you'd be here!" Robin said and he grabbed my hand. "Well I thought that YOU were in Stockholm recording an album?" I said and smiled. "I have, it’s called ‘’MY VERSIONS’’ I released it not so long ago. But I'm busy for Melodi now haha." He said. He looked at me and gave me another hug. It felt nice, safe, known. Like it could last forever. But nothing lasts forever. And as he slowly let go the feeling faded. ‘’I like your hair.’’ He said and tucked my pink bangs behind my ear. ‘’Pink looks cute on you.’’ I smiled. ‘’Thanks.’’

He grabbed my arm and wanted to lead me to the piano. But I flinched and he noticed. I saw his expression go from happy to worried and he looked at my arm. This time it was my other arm, he noticed. He rolled up my sleeve, slowly, softly, and looked at my arm. It had one big straight cut in it. And it was new. He looked at me and I saw he was hurt. "Why.. You promised.." He said. And looked me in the eyes. I saw that his were filled with tears, and one rolled down his cheek.

Before I knew it I was caught up in yet another tight hug. "I'm not leaving you again." He whispered and he held me tighter. After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence he let go of me. His eyes were stained red. It hurt me, I just wasn't used to people caring about me anymore. He looked at his phone. "Guess what." He said. "3AM"

He got up and brought the blankets and pillows from the other side of the room. Only this time he put a matrass on the ground. "You're older, u deserve a 5 star hotel." he said and winked. I laid down laying my head on a soft pillow. He put a blanket over me and laid down next to me. I turned to face him and cuddled up to him, burying my face in his chest. This was just like it used to be. And I loved it. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered: "I promised I'd always protect you, I'm not going to break that promise." I softly fell asleep in his arms.


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