A/N: I was in a very angsty mood when I wrote this. I'm not sure if this is even close to my best work but I hope you enjoy.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She'd ask.
"Everyday." He'd reply.
He used to pick her flowers and always try to find her something blue. He was overprotective, especially on missions. She pretended to be annoyed, but she secretly loved it. She loved the way he jump in front of objects for her even though they both knew she was perfectly capable. She loved him.
"Do you remember when you loved me?." She'd ask.
"Yes." He'd reply.
He used to take her to libraries even though he couldn't stand the smell of books. He did it anyway because he loved her and she'd intertwine her pale hands with his green ones on the walk back, which always made him beam. He'd carry her books for her despite her arguments. When they got home she would read and he would sit next to her and complain that he was not getting her full attention and would begin to watch a movie, and she would eventually join in even if she hated it. Because she loved him.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She'd ask.
"I do." He'd reply.
They would fly together. At night, when the city was asleep and no one would catch them. Rarely they were caught by Robin, sometimes Cyborg, never Starfire, for she knew to leave them alone, although she would giggle at any public display of affection from the two. He take the form of a bird, and she would simply levitate. It never mattered that he couldn't talk while in animal form, as long as they were near each other, it didn't matter. Eventually they would they go home and watch the sunrise on the roof. Then he would talk. They would talk.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She'd ask.
"Kind of." He'd reply.
He used to sneak into her room at night and would leave her with a secret trail of kisses lining her body. Sometimes he would stay when Robin slept in late (a rarity), and those were even better because she could wake up beside him and for a few short but ever so sweet minutes they could drink each other in. He said he loved the way would reflect onto her violet hair.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She'd ask.
"Sometimes." He'd reply.
They used to take walks. There was never a certain destination, they just walked, and talked. They would stop to sign autographs, which he loved, but she didn't. They loved as an extrovert and an introvert would. He didn't mind that she was quiet, and she didn't mind that he could be as loud as a bullhorn. Neither minded because mixed together their voices created the best volume, the best sound either of them have ever heard. They would tease each other, him mostly teasing her, but when she would tease back, he wouldn't stop laughing.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She'd ask.
"Briefly." He'd reply.
He used to take her to the movies. They rarely watched, of course, but he'd take her. Sometimes they would get in for free, sometimes he paid. When they weren't stealing secret kisses, he would do his absolute best to make her laugh using a number of methods. Among those was throwing popcorn and pretending to sneeze on the back of someone's neck. She'd clean him up when he would get punched.
Then she arrived. As pretty as a sunset and as perfect as a newly budded rose. She was an extrovert and an artist. She understood things he loved, video games, cartoons, things she could never understand. And it made her ache.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She'd ask.
"Rarely." He'd reply. It was a whisper now.
And then everything stopped. There were no more flowers, there was no more blue things except for the things she kept hidden away under her bed. There was no more flying and comfortable silences, what remained in their places was awkward glances and quiet crying. The hidden kisses faded and left. He never came into her room, even though, for what felt like a million days, she would wait up for him. He stopped protecting her, now instead protecting his rose. There were no more giggles from Starfire. There were no more walks. There were no movies, or libraries, or jokes. There was nothing but a void that nothing could fill.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She'd ask.
He'd nod, and walk away.
His days and nights were spent with her now. He used the same jokes, the same compliments, they were just used on someone far better than she could ever hope to be. She couldn't be in the common room when they would play video games together. Her world became silent.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She'd whisper to an empty room.
Every time she would hope for a reply.
But there never was one.
And eventually, she stopped asking.