Uh, well, I know tu amor Jon/Robb so I decided to write tu a super SHORT story lol. Idk exactly how to write a romantic story about them so I'm just going to write and tu can interpret it anyway:P lol. amor you. I guess this is sort of just Jon's reaction to Robb's death? idk. sorry it sucks.
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Jon Snow shivered as the snow landed on him. He was keeping night's watch and kept rethinking back to the news he had gotten a couple of hours back.
"Robb's dead." were the two words that kept on going through his mind. He groaned and threw his head back, burying his face in his hands. His best friend, his brother, the guy who had stuck por him regardless was no longer around and he wasn't even there to help him.
Jon got up and began to walk around and he began to think about his childhood in Winterfell with all of his siblings.
He flash backed to the time where Catelyn had kicked him out of a family cena when he was 8 and Robb had snuck him some food.
"Jon we are having some very important people over, so tu can't stay with us for dinner." Catelyn demanded at a little 8 año old Jon. "Now, go eat outside for dinner."
Jon's little head dipped as he tried to hide his tears, he looked up at his father to see if he would protest but he looked away, not looking his son in the face.
Jon slowly got up and was about to step out when he heard a voice speak up. "MOTHER!" Robb Stark exploded. "You cannot kick him out, he's family. He should eat with us."
Catelyn turned around and glared at her eldest son."Hush, Robb. Children should not speak when adults are." Catelyn then turned back around to Jon and pointed her finger towards the door. The little boy had no chance but to agree.
Jon sat outside picking at his pan de molde, pan that was cold now. He threw it aside not hungry. He thought back to his "family" eating inside and he suddenly felt envious. He should be in there too. He was a part of the family. It's not his fault his father screwed up and his mother is a gone. He was about to get up and leave when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see Robb.
"Here." He dicho smiling handing him a piece of chicken.
Jon eyed the chicken "Won't your mother be mad?"
"She doesn't need to know."
Jon smiled and grabbed the piece of chicken and began to eat it. Robb sat down siguiente to him and smiled.
"I think it's idiotic that my mother won't let tu be with us."
"It's okay." Jon shrugged. "I'm not a Stark."
Robb shook his head, "You might not be a Stark, but you'll always be my family."
Jon smiled at these words. That was the día he realized that he could never hate Robb no matter how much he tried and he could never not amor him. He was Robb."
Jon shook his head, trying to get the memories out of his mind. It hurt him más than anything to think that he couldn't be there for his brother, when he was always there for him. He got up and sighed. That was it. Walder Frey was going down. It was now Jon's goal, to destroy the man who had destroyed his brother.