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Robin had been in his room for days. None of the Titans knew what he was doing, how he was doing, or if he was even alive. Raven had died three weeks ago, being the portal too overwhelming for even her. Ever since, Robin had been holed up in his room.
It was his fault, he thought. He should've been quicker to save her. A few seconds sooner and she would've still been here...it was all his fault.
He stared at the empty whiskey bottles strewn about his room. All of this and the pain was still very real. He hadn't eaten or drank anything other than alcohol. He knew deep inside he should stop, but Raven was gone. Who did he need to impress now?
He realized it now. Now of all times. She meant the world to him. The darkness of the Titans was the light of his life. The flame that kept him driving. The up to his down. ...his only reason to live.
Robin got up and threw his mask on the ground. He tore off his cape and utility belt. He took his boots and chunked them at the wall, where they hit with a resounding crack. Thin breaks in the wall crawled up the wall to the ceiling. He kicked the broken wall with his bare foot and the cracks thickened. His foot bled from slivers of wall but he just kicked things again and again: his bed, the wall, all the pictures of villains, everything and anything.
Papers fluttered to the ground as he stood and glared at everything around him. He breathed heavily and walked over to his old closet. Flinging the doors open, he paused suddenly. There, laying in the corner, was his old guitar.
With unnerving tenderness, he picked up the stringed instrument and took it to his battered bed. He strummed a few chords and winced. It was way out of tune. He numbly tuned it by ear, the strings familiar on his fingers.
The Titans were knocking on his door, but he only vaguely registered it.
After he had finished tuning the guitar, he grabbed another bottle of whiskey from his bedside table. The pounding on his door become more aggressive as he downed the whole bottle. The world blurred and he couldn't feel the left half of his body, but he didn't care. He could still function enough to play a last song. A last song for Raven.
He could hear shouting as he played the first chord.
"You only need the light when it's burning low,
only miss the sun when it starts to snow,
only know you love her when you let her go.
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low,
only hate the road when you're missing home,
only know you love her when you let her go...
and you let her go."
The shouting became more insistent as he sang the verses. The door crashed down as he sang the last lines.
"Only know you love her when you let her go..." the guitar slipped from his hands as the world grew dark. "And I let her go."
He slid to the floor and Starfire caught him and held him in her arms. She said something Robin couldn't hear and started crying. He could only see a small pinprick of light anymore. But in that light, he could hear a voice, clear as glass.
"Richard...what did you do?" Raven asked.
"I couldn't live without you..." Robin slurred. Starfire began crying more as Beast Boy and Cyborg mourned in silence during their friend's final moments.
"But why, Richard?" Raven looked beautiful in her white dress.
"I love you, Raven."
Raven held open her arms and suddenly Richard wasn't tired anymore. He walked up to her and took her hand, and, together, they disappeared into the light, his body lying cold in Starfire's arms. And she couldn't help but think, "You only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love him when you let him go
...and you let him go."