Disclaimer: If I owned young justice, I won't need to make fanfics, I would be writing the scripts.
She's just sitting. On her bed. In the cave. All. Alone.
Why?
Because she just caught her boyfriend, the guy she loves, the one supposed to love her, with his best friend.
The red head. Not Wally, Barbara.
And what is it she caught them doing?
Well, let's just say it was a lot more "friendly" then she would have liked.
And yet, she hasn't cried, or screamed. She hasn't punched the wall, she hadn't punched him. She had just, left. And then she sat down. On her bed. All alone. Just, staring at a wall.
It's not shock. That's not why she's so frozen. She's not numb either. She can feel the hot ball of pain in her chest, feel the familiar ache of loss and hurt. She just can't, bring herself to act. She's just so done. She doesn't want to scream or yell. She doesn't want to cry or hit him. She just wants it to go away. She wants the never-ending pain to leave her alone. She wants everyone she loves to stop leaving her. And she's not one to wallow in self pity. It just, hurts.
And she wants it to stop hurting. She wants to not care, she wants to stop loving, she wants to stop handing her heart to people who will leave and take pieces of her with them. Because pretty soon, there aren't going to be any pieces left. Already there are tiny pieces of her heart missing, a crack left from a father's absence, a chunk gone from a mother's death, and now, there is a hole, and it's shaped like a damn bat.
She's not numb. She feels the pain.
She's not numb.
She's not.
She just.
She can't be.