Yes
A/N: This is going to be a oneshot series about the Titans. It may be funny, or tragic depending on the mood. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: For all chapters: I do not own Teen Titans.
The silence gaped between them like an abysmal maw, ravenous and vengeful. Her violet gaze was piercing and steady, but he did not meet it and looked at the floor.
"You're quiet." Her remark had a note of sarcasm, as almost everything she said did. He didn't respond in anyway, he just continued to stare at the floor, hunched and silent. So she pressed. "Why?" His response came slowly as though it were wading in water.
"There's nothing to say." She ignored the distant pain this response brought. It was just…
Unlike him.
"You still love her. You miss her. Don't you?" She didn't need to say who. Blue eyes, blond hair and earth danced across their memories.
He didn't say anything.
"So you were lying?... The whole time." She easily kept her monotone, and hoped he would not look up to see her eyes betray her.
"It didn't start that way." He sounded mournful, and almost apologetic.
She almost hated him for that.
"And now?... What about us?" She almost pleaded, but her inflections remained small and indistinct.
"There is no 'us', Roth. You're so distant, always distant and secretive. I tried. I tried to get you to open up. You just closed up tighter. You're still a stranger to me, Roth. I can't even tell if you care." He gave his impressive monologue to the ground, almost barking out 'Roth' whenever he said it. She wanted to tell him… Everything. But old habits die hard. She bit her tongue to hold it still. The silence thickened around them.
"Don't say she's gone. She closer than you are." She pushed the pain away, she shouldn't have gotten this soft… But she was only human. Yet again they waited while the silence grew stagnant. She tried to regain some normality between them.
"No longer on first name terms, then?" The sarcasm was back, and she cocked an eyebrow. Her eyes still betrayed her voice. And he still didn't look up. For a moment she slipped, and the question spilled from her lips.
"Do you hate me?" Her voice was dead even, almost inhuman.
He looked up.
Quickly, as though she had yelled instead of whispered.
Their eyes connected, through a fog of memories, and a web of secrets.
He saw past the monotone.
Yet.
Without hesitation he answered.
"Yes."