Okay, this collection of thoughts is a take on Terra trapped in stone. The time line is between when Terra is turned to stone and then through the End Parts.
Enjoy.
I Knew It.
I knew it. That was the funny thing. I knew he preferred Her. She doesn't deserve him, though. No, She's always treated him with disdain. I loved him. I just needed help. And help offered itself in the form of a psychotic man who went by the name Slade. But with the control, I lost those dear to me. Robin, Cyborg, Star, Beast-boy… Even Her. It took a lot to make Her trust me. The others were infinitely easier to persuade.
It's a vicious thing, love is. I loved him, and I'm pretty sure he loved me back… The only thing that could ever turn him against me was Her. I almost squashed Her. Yes, I'm proud of it. But then he had to step in and save Her. Slade told me to kill them both, but… I loved him. He was mad after that. I doubt my cheek shall ever feel the same. Hah, ironic joke, there… See, at this moment, I am stone and therefore, I can't feel my cheek, smarting or otherwise. However it seems I am able to reflect on what I have done. I've drawn them together, giving them a common enemy to hate. And yes, that enemy would be me.
It's interesting; really, Slade himself has recently come to my grave site with news. Now, why he's there at all, when I shoved him into lava, I shall never know. But he is back. He tells me of a plan… a plan that would destroy Her. But the end of the world would also destroy Beast-boy. Were I not encased in stone, I might even warn them. Tell them that She is even more evil than I… Her betrayal will be the cherry atop the chocolate sundae.
His personality and mine were perfect for each others. Whoever came up with "opposites attract" was a lunatic. There might be attraction, but unless you have things in common… Why, Beast-boy? Why? Why did you always have to defend Her? "It's not Her fault," he'd say, "That's just how She is."
Fine! Let them live in each others company. I won't care. I won't care… But I do care. I really… Really… do. What's happening? My cheek feels wet. But surely no rain can enter my volcanic grave… Unless… I feel warm. But that's impossible; rocks don't get warm of their own accord.
Breath. I've never thought of it till now. I still can't move, but it's only a matter of time. The air smells sweetly of a new life. No more Beast-boy. No more thoughts of Her. No more Terra. I will be free. Free of all things Titan.