From that night, it started to get worse. Every night successively, I began to experience not one, not two but four episodes of those terrors.
I had not seen Robin in a while and when I called him, he didn't answer me anymore. I could have told him to help me, right? But he didn't answer me anymore. The last time I saw him was when he visited my parents and told them that he was the one who paid for my eye surgery, with evidences of my hospital reports in his hand, which he got from God-knows-where.
It was not that he ignored me deliberately or he was being silent on purpose. I knew that the war had begun.
He did tell me it was going to last a long time, and that it was going to be really tough, and that he might not be able to return to the earth anymore.
I didn't want to believe him but he couldn't be lying to me, could he?
He couldn't, especially when he already saw that stuff like that scared me.