Love
Once I thought I had love. That feeling, that blissful, exotic feeling I thought was love. I trusted him, with my life. He promised to always be my friend, to always be there for me, to bring me out of the pit, that dark pit that I fell deeper into every day, with every waking moment. For a while, I felt safe, I felt protected. When he promised to always be my friend, my heart soared. I could finally trust somebody, I could finally tell him! We leaned closer, with our feelings mounting more with every second. Then he appeared, my enslaver. He dragged him, my love, away. I asked my love to flee with me, but he continued to fight to save me. Then my secret was revealed. I felt a small spark of triumph, even through the depths of my grief, for he did not know that my love would never stop loving me. But I was wrong. He turned his back on me, which changed me. My body heaved with one last sob, echoing around and pinging off of the shattered glass fragments. Then I stood, and pushed all emotions but one to the back of my mind. Hate. I embraced the hate, and let it consume me. Though that was not who I was. The more I fought them, the less I hated then. By the end, I was ready to die to save them. Gathering all of my strength, I pushed the last of his control from my mind. I went too far though. I knew what I would have to do, and I readily accepted my fate. I sent them away, my friends, with one last glance. Then, as I felt the life drain from my body, I finally said it. "Beast Boy...I love you." The last thought in my mind as I slipped into my eternal sleep was, 'I guess, after all, I did find love.'
Okay, I'm really, really, really, REALLY sorry that I didn't update new stories any sooner that this! Anyways, I hope that you liked it!