Ok. So in order to get the full effect of this story, I have to do something tricky. Whenever you see bold face writing like this, this is Richard's thoughts. Whenever you see writing in italics like this, this is Kori's thoughts.

Thanks so much for Alien Emerald for letting me use the italic/ bold idea from her stories. She is a brilliant writer; you should read some of her works. I strongly suggest Twisted, The Raising, and Blue Girl. Some of the best writing I have ever seen.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.

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How hard is it to shut the door?

Her headaches and heartaches, a single percussion. Constant and growing in volume and pounding. Though, her voice never rises. Patience graces her face, never letting go of the golden locket that burned around her neck. Not a tear runs down her face, no use of wasting her energy. She watched him walk to the other side of the room, passing in pain trying to numb down the fire inside of him. Supernatural cooling, he makes his motion either to walk or to embrace. It was all up to him now.

He taught her so much. To love and to hate; he taught never let go of what you worked hard for. Yet still she was tempted to throw him out the door and lock it, but she still sat on the bed clutching the necklace wanting to pull it. Knowing she should pull it, but never let go.

His wanting and anger, a mix of confusion. Trust and honesty breaking down their relationship slowly. Wanting her, needing her in his arms once more. He loved her, but the sharp knife poked away at his heart, at his mind, causing him not to think right. She had every reason to throw away everything in the face that let her trust crumple, but she sat their and her hand on the locket. Numbing the pain, willing to forgive on last time.

Forgetting the damage, he walked over to her. Forgiveness graces his face, melting away the fierceness. Her green eyes look up, his blue looks down. Unfolding their love, they never let go. Never let go.

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Time faded away, the night turned to day and repeated that pattern a couple of times, and Kori sat on the bed holding a piece of paper and a pen. Trying to fight the pain, she poured out her heart onto the paper. Her emotions compacted into words on sheets of loose leaf. Without looking back she ran into the tears falling from the sky. She knew they were crying for her.

I can still fell him. I can't believe he turned out to be such a...dick. I am sorry. I have to do this. Don't look back. Get in a drive like you never drove before. Drive like you are seventeen again! Oh, never mind. Don't drive like that anymore, Kori. You have to leave him behind, just like you left your past, you can leave him too.

She watched as the cars drove by. Slipping into nightmares of what happened the following night. Kori drove with a single notch below patience. Her lips moved to the moody music blaring from the car radio and her finger twisted a lock of her fiery hair. Breathing became a single motion, fading into the background of her twisted life.

"There are some bad drivers out here, huh." Kori murmured as life moved around her. Life became one and the only thing alive was last night.

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Last night

Screams around became one last fight. Dreaming, she stood tall and took everything he spit at her. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the flying of words though never blows. Violence took over him once and slammed her against the wall. He apologized though the fight continued. Her eyes soft though fire roared through her emeralds. His eyes were cold and showed nothing.

Her fight was his neglect. His fight, her trust. He broke his desk, she broke his heart as she stormed out of the room and into the rain. He did not try to grab her arm. He did not try to stop her. He only slammed the door behind her and cursed her well being.

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How could I let her walk away again? Watch her walk out the door and never turn around. The others did not stop her, there was no way they could stop her. These stupid fights, damn they made me loose her. Again.

With every fight, the tiny piece of family began to wither away. Now it was completely gone. You could not move without tension slicing away at your skin. The tower was no longer their little slice of heaven. The tower was no longer a place were super heroes lived, but a place were friends became family. A family that built up an unbreakable wall just to find that there was a crack and come crumpling down.

Richard sat one the couch holding a remote control with a handful of fattening food in the other. By the clicking of the remote, it became quite obvious that there was nothing on. When he clicked passed a news report concerning Slade Wilson, the former Slade, it became obvious he was absent minded. He was traveling on a intellectual line into no where without her. A line he knew he would stay on until death. All alone without her. It was not just him; it was affecting the air getting to the other roommates. Her distinct smell could still be smelt, her drink she did not finish left unfinished and unmoved.

Victor Stone, Rachel Roth, and Gar Logan were the others living in the place were four superheroes used to live. Now, those superheroes grown up to be almost normal humans. Past was locked in a box and it was never going to be let out.

The past will never get out.

It was over and it was done.

Never again.

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