A/N: Trying something new. Trying to get my muse back.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fanfiction, and I am not making a profit off of this.
There were days he could live without her.
He could wake up without thinking about what life would have been like with her beside him. The spot by the wall wasn't so empty and cold on those days. He liked having the big queen sized bed and didn't think to miss the bunk bed they shared secrets on.
He could walk in the sun without missing her hand laced with his. He could go to the places they'd frequented before her death without memories. He didn't have to think about their days at the beach, the times they'd eaten ice cream at the mall, or their hours spent at the arcade.
He could be around his friends and be happy they'd found love without remembering his lost. Seeing the happiness his friends had found, he could feel optimistic.
So, he tried.
He could flirt freely without feeling like a cheater. He could smile and fantasize about a future with someone who wasn't her.
He was able to function knowing she was dead and cold beneath the ground.
Some days.
There were some days he didn't know how he was breathing, and he didn't want to.
"I miss you today." He spoke, resting his back against the cold stone. He closed his eyes letting go the air he held.
Sometimes he hoped God would have mercy on him and let his heart would stop.
For a minute.
An hour.
He'd prefer forever, but he'd be grateful for any amount of time with her.
"I went on a date Tuesday." He confessed with a sigh. "She's studying to teach kindergarten. Cyborg said she's definitely wife material."
It seemed cruel to tell her this, but maybe her jealousy would surpass the bounds of death.
"I couldn't see you being a teacher." He shrugged. "I know you would've been a great mother to our children, I just don't see you herding kids all day." He smirked.
In his mind, Beast Boy could hear her the airy chuckle slip from her lips. She wouldn't have playful punched him, before resting his head against her shoulder. Blue eyes wide with wonder, he could see her imagining their future.
"She's sweet, but," The changeling sighed, looking up at her frozen figure. "She isn't you, Terra."
He'd give anything to get her back.
Too bad the devil never heard his cries.