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Emotions Unleashed By Miranda Panda-chan
Intelligence
Intelligence told her to forget about it, but something else told her to never let go.
She knew it wasn't wise. She knew that this was plain stupid. Nothing good could come of it. Because now she knew what emotion had started this cycle of events: jealousy, and it was not something she should've let out at all. Because jealousy stemmed from either both or one of two things: love or selfishness. And in her case, it had been something of both.
She was now back in her normal place on the couch, completely alone because Cy had been very adamant that they go out for some real food, and since their opinions on what real food was differed greatly, she had stayed home, with a promise from Starfire that they would bring back her type of real food back. She rolled her eyes at the thought, but had said nothing, just nodded.
Besides, it was nice to be alone, for once. It was so agitating being around Terra, specifically when she was with Beast Boy, because it took more restraint than should have been necessary to not electrocute her again. All the negative emotions that she'd been feeling for the past three days were officially gone, and now she could meditate, read, and sleep peacefully. Without disturbance.
Not anymore.
Because the more she thought about it, which it seemed she was doing that a lot as of late, she had begun to realize precisely why she wanted to electrocute the blonde annoyance. She knew the emotion, and she now knew the exact reason, despite however much she denied it.
She frowned slightly at her epiphany.
Crap.
She liked Beast Boy, admittedly, but it seemed that now the platonic feelings had developed into something more.
Double crap.
This wasn't good. Intelligence would tell her that this was just stupid and she should stop this foolishness before she was too far gone to do a U-turn and come back to the Intelligent side of life, because they both knew that allowing the new obstacle to roam free in her mind would cause more harm than good.
But now, she mused, it was probably too late. She could have plead ignorance, but once she'd realized it—she doubted the U-Turn was still possible. Because she'd set it free unintentionally from its iron-barred cage, and it was telling her things that could happen and would happen if she'd just admit it to herself.
She denied the existence of the new emotion for as long as possible, prolonging the inevitable.
But when Love spoke, she could only listen.
I love him. Crap.