Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.
Pinterest Prompt: "I was seven years old when my teacher told me that the most colorful insects were also the most venomous and I was sixteen years old when I looked into your green eyes and realized that he had been right all along."
She almost got away with it.
"Oh my gosh, Conner... I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to. It-it wasn't my fault!"
Wasn't your fault? Then whose?
I felt dazed. Why... why did I feel so weird. And gross. And what did she...
Oh. Oh god.
I almost forgot. She almost made me forget.
She almost made me forget about the thing we were fighting about... with the thing we were fighting about.
I looked into her eyes... still green from powering down her telepathic capabilities.
The genomorphs taught me when I was maybe seven, in pod years, that the colorful insects were the most poisonous, venomous.
And it was at that moment, when she was apologizing... with her eyes still green, that I knew they were right.
Still, though, she was apologizing. She didn't mean it. She was just scared, and she's not trying to make me forget and love her and bend to her and let her control me if she doesn't like what I'm-
No.
She meant it. Just like how she does with the villains.
Did I become a villain to her? Did I do something wrong? What did I do?
"Conner? Conner, sweetie? I'm so so sorry. I still love you so much. It wasn't my fault! Conner?"
I stood up, and I walked away.
I walked away.
I. Didn't. Do. Anything. Wrong.
She's not allowed to make me think I did.
I turn around, force the words that I know are necessary, out of my mouth,
"We're done."
I walk away.
I walk away.
