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I loved you so much, but I wouldn't allow myself to show it. I was always worried; worried that the burning passion for you would tear us all apart. The memories of you will be constant reminders that I was once happy; that I once loved…that I once felt. I pour my heart out to Star now, just to feel like a person. So I don't end up like you…
I miss you so much, and I wish that somehow, someway, I could bring you back. Raven, I don't know why you did what you did, but just know you're missed. I could have helped you, and for that, I am sorry. The feelings of sadness and unhappiness aren't strangers to me. I've been where you have, Raven. All I can do right now is blame myself for everything that happened to you.
Darkness consumes millions each year, but why you? You were so young, Raven, and strong. You never got to enjoy childhood. That's one of the things that I had wanted to help you experience. You had to take things seriously and keep your emotions in check all the time; childhood was something you didn't get in life, and I wanted to give it to you. Everyday having to keep your feelings and emotions to yourself, it must have been torture. Life must have been hard, Raven, and I always appreciated your strength. You were also beautiful. I don't know why you thought differently, but you were. And it wasn't just skin deep. Beneath the dark girl act, you were had a beautiful, caring soul. Everyone could see this. You were so easy to talk to, and you could make anyone feel better about themselves. You cared, Raven, and you didn't show pity.
Life without you is different. Beast Boy and Cyborg don't argue as much; they don't bully each other as much. Starfire has become a lot quieter, and she locks herself in her room for longer periods of time, now. I've had a hard time coming to grips with your death. I find myself in your room at night, lying on your bed, or reading some of your books. I don't allow anyone else in there, and I know that you wouldn't like me in there, but figure that doing this will help me cope, help me feel less guilty.
I take the blame for your suicide. Even though you were the one who slit your wrists, I feel as if I could of done something more. I should've stayed with you in that god forsaken med lab. I saw all the signs, but I didn't want to believe. I loved you, and I should have done something. I should have helped you conquer the darkness inside of you. But instead, I sat and watched as you became more and more depressed, slipping into the blackness of your mind.
I could have taken your hand and shown you the light, but I was selfish, and refused to believe.
It's my fault. I should be the one dead. Soon, Raven, I shall join you once again…
The days that followed your suicide were hell. They dragged on and on; mourners from al around the city crowded around outside. Against my better judgment, you were given a wake and a funeral. Crowds of fans and citizens came into the tower and lit candles for you. I couldn't stay around and watch though. A hero doesn't cry, but I did. Not that I am a hero, if I were then I would have been able to save you from the darkness. But I didn't, and I don't deserve the title of a hero.
We buried your body in a cemetery close to the Tower; your gravestone sits in the shadows of an old oak tree, and there you lay. It's just so hard to believe that underneath six feet of dirt and mud, the woman that I loved, the woman that brought so much light into my life, lays there.
Rumors circulated through the press that your suicide would bring an end to the Titans, and for a while, I also thought that. I remember calling a meeting with the rest where I asked them if they wanted to continue in our fight for justice. We decided to continue protecting the city from the evils of the world around us.
Without you though, it's going to be hard. Real hard. Not only did we lose an important team member, but we also lost a friend. A family member, even. I know this sounds so weird right now, but I've always thought of the Titans as a type of family. An odd, dysfunctional family, of course. But still a family. We might not of been related, but we cared for each other, and that's what a family did, care.
I don't know why you did it, but there's nothing I can do now. I saw all the signs, but I refused to believe. The clues were right there in front of me, and I let them stay there. You had always been a bit depressed at times, but I always thought it was because of your powers, your inability to show emotion. Never once did I even stop to think that was how you were actually feeling. Never once did I believe that you would allow yourself to mutilate your body like you did. Raven, you were never ugly. Always you had been so beautiful. Even when you lay on your floor, bathing in a pool of blood, you were beautiful.
Since your suicide, I've been paying a lot more attention to the rest of the Titans; I spend more time with Starfire, play games with Cyborg, and I actually listen to Beast Boy when he talks.
The mirror to your mind still lies on your dresser, and sometimes, I get the urge to look into it. Maybe I hold on to the hope that I could be able to bring you back from death, but I know that's not possible. If it were, you would have already found a way.
Raven, if you can hear me, know this. I loved you, and your death has torn my heart to pieces. One day, I will join you wherever you are. One day soon, I hope. Because, quite frankly, I can't live without you. You were my reason, my will, you were the thing that kept me going, that kept me living. And now, without you, my heart and soul feel like empty vessels. The passion that raged inside of me for you still does, and it will never stop. Raven, I love you. Forever and always. You were my angel, and you still are…
Umm…did you like it? This is like the beginning of the sequel to "Dark Tears", and if you didn't catch on quick enough, this was in the Boy Wonder's POV…Yeah…anyways, hope you enjoyed, and review me if you want me to like add on or something….I will be adding chapters soon.
