Author's Note: So I'm finally getting around to writing on here again, and a short heartbreaking unrequited BBRae story seemed like a good way to stick my metaphoric toe in the water. I promise I ship Raven and Beastboy, but sometimes writing pain comes way easier!
Also, I'm looking for a beta, so if you're interested in a mutual partnership please PM me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans though I've rubbed lots of lamps to try and change that.
Humans always describe the emotion hate as a burning sensation. A wildfire burning savagely- consuming everything until only smokey husks remain of once was. But this is not rage. As an empath, I should know.
In reality, hate is cold.
Hate pierces your heart like a frosted dagger, sliding between ribs silently without remorse. It sends a frigid finger trailing down your spine, discharging shockwaves that freeze every nerve and cell. My theory for this feeling is based upon the same principle as dry ice. If you plunged your hand into the seemingly innocent ice, it would burn your skin while freezing the cells off till the skin has corroded away.
Hate is the inverse.
Anger, fury annoyance, rage all bubble with a heat just below the human surface. Even the righteous kind that fuels Starfire's powers contain an incandescence that comes along with emotion. But hate is so hot, you just go numb. Hate freezes your heart while scalding your soul, warping it into something charred and unrecognizable. Hate turns you into a walking corpse; the delusion that you still feel heat being the only motivation for still trying to regain that lost warmth.
Hate creates ice statues from humans. Ice statues that tell themselves that they can still feel the heat from emotions- any emotion no matter how awful they are to experience.
But this is a lie. One I fear I may be living now that Garfield has found love in the blonde that has become source of my own demise.
I am numb though the hate still ravages what little humanity I have left. I feel no warmth. I am no longer ignorant, but it is too late.
I am made of ice with no hope of thawing.
