Tallest building in the state? Lame.

Then again, that could do something with the fact that I'm an acrobat.

And I lied to myself- I lied to them. I'm not here for just the view.

I'm flying at first, feels kind of nice- you know those butterflies you feel from the fall. But those butterflies are moths, tearing me apart as I fall. I learn that I am terrified.

The thrill is like that of a rollercoaster.

But this is a little different; I'm not doing this for the flight- I'm doing this for the fall.

I don't fall though- I can't decide if I'm disappointed or not. I'm carried and put down gently on the tarmac, it being such a gentle movement, I would've thought I glided myself, if I hadn't known better. Starfire. I just want to fall- just let me be. No, she never lets me be.

Raven yells at me. I feel the burn on my cheek after she'd struck me across the face.

Then I hear a series of accusations from Beastboy and Cyborg. "What's the matter witchu, man?" "Dude…What were you thinking?"

And I don't even know what I was thinking. I don't know if I was in fact thinking at all.

Raven takes a harsh grip on my shirt, slightly lifting me off the ground.

I might've been scared.

"Stop!"

Starfire yells. She doesn't care; doesn't care to let me know that I was stupid. I was. She doesn't care to screw me over because I was suicidal. I was. She cares that I'm simply okay; because that's just how simple she is. She holds my head in her hands and rests it right above her chest. She strokes her fingers through my matted and sweaty hair. She wipes the tears I didn't know were there. She mended the part of my heart that I didn't know needed mending. I am most definitely glad that she never lets me be. Because I don't know where I'd be.

Sometimes you don't need tough love. Sometimes, you just need love- in all its tenderness.

And my head against her chest, her arms wrapped around me, her gentle kiss on my head, so faint, almost non-existent; yes. Love at its most tender.

Maybe if I'd known she'd catch me, I would've done it ten times over.

Maybe If I'd known she'd cry, I wouldn't have done it at all.