Mwuhahaha! I hope this one is good! Sadness is good for me to write. Raven and Beast Boy, again. Please, review! They make me happy…
I, sadly, don't own Teen Titans. If I did, I would beat the crap out of the guy who cancelled it.
I'm gonna try a P.O.V. thing, so give me your opinion.
Raven's P.O.V.
Walking slowly towards the ocean that surrounds my once-loved home, I breathe in the air. It smells of saltwater. My feet reach the ocean. I take off my shoes and cape, discarding them besides me. Floating, I fly over the ocean. Reaching in my leotard, I grab the gun.
Beast Boy's P.O.V.
I frantically search the tower, searching. Raven is nowhere in sight. She had been acting strangely, sadder than normal. That look, the look she gave me before she left the tower, it rushed into my head, opened locked doors of emotions.
That look. She gazed at me, eyes blank. Terra was next to me. She kissed me. Terra kissed me in front of Raven. Raven didn't walk out the door, she teleported.
I then realized.
She loved me. I love her.
'Is it too late?' I thought. She's outside, I know it. I run out of the door. Looking at the ocean, she's floating above it. With a gun in her hands.
I run across the ocean. Not in the childish way. I run across the ocean to her.
Out of love.
Raven's P.O.V.
Eyes watering, slowly, I turn around, seeing someone running across the ocean. Towards me. The person gets closer.
It's Beast Boy. For a moment, I think he finally loves me. Suddenly, painful memories flood my brain. Of him and Terra. Now I remember who he loves.
Terra. I grab the gun tighter, pressing it close to my head. He reaches me. Falling into the water, I use my powers, my gift, my curse, to lift him besides me. Fuzzy eyes stare into green ones.
He cares.
I can see it, he cares. The gun slips. Everything goes black. The last words I hear, the ones I need to hear, he whispers. "I love you."
Beast Boy's P.O.V.
Stopping next to her, I fall into the water. She lifts me out with her powers. Tears glaze her eyes. I care, I know she can see it.
The gun slips. Her eyes glaze over, emotionless. "I love you." I whisper. I know she heard me. I don't know how, but I do.
Love does that. She falls into the ocean. I grab her, and swim back to the tower, keeping her above water.
Reaching land, I set her down gently, catching my breath. I feel her heart. She's gone.
Truly gone.
I won't go to the tower yet. They won't see her. I will be the last one to see her. Going to her favorite tree, I start digging a hole. Not very proper, but I know she would like it.
When I am sure the hole is deep enough, I gently lower her in, wrapping her in her cape tightly. But not before kissing her forehead.
Slowly covering her grave, I say a prayer.
A prayer for her.
A prayer for love.
A prayer for what of could been, and is.
A prayer for my Dark Angel.