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Let it Hurt
Beast Boy and Terra: Betrayed Love

Beast Boy's eyes fluttered open, a large smile plastered on his green lips. He had finally done it! He'd told Terra how he felt, and she had said she returned his feelings. It was the happiest day of his life! His grin suddenly slipped and his ears twitched. He couldn't hear or smell anyone beside him… Was she gone?

7:42 in the morning, 8 seconds before it all sinks in.
Put your best face on for the world. Fake another smile and just pretend.
But you're just puttin' off the pain, nothing's ever really gonna change.

He gave another over-sized grin, trying to act normal. It had been a month since Terra's betrayal, and he had to convince the other Teen Titans that he was okay. He argued with Cyborg about his food preferences, he played (and lost) tons of video games, he told jokes, and he pulled pranks. He knew, though, as soon as he got back into his sound-proof room he could let it out. He could scream and cry and curse and hit the walls all he wanted… and he wanted to.

So let it hurt, let it be, let it take you right down to your knees,
Let it burn to the worst degree. May not be what you want,
But it's what you need. Sometimes the only way around it,
Is to let love do its work, and let it hurt. Yeah, let it hurt.

He hadn't slept well since that day, that heart-wrenching morning six months ago. He just stayed awake, desperately trying to sink into oblivion and forget the pain Terra had caused him. He was just starting to grow numb to the pain, but he didn't just want that. He wanted to forget. If he forgot, he wouldn't feel so lonely anymore. Unfortunately, there was nothing anyone could do.

3:28 in the morning. Counting up the spaces between the rain.
You're getting use to the rocks at the bottom, your heart goes numb,
But the lonely stays the same, and that's price you're bound to pay.
And there's really nothing anyone can say. Oh there's only just one way.

So let it hurt, let it be, let it take you right down to your knees,
Let it burn to the worst degree. May not be what you want,
But it's what you need. Sometimes the only way around it,
Is to let love do its work, and let it hurt. Yeah, let it hurt.

His eyes widened dramatically, his breath catching in his chest. He had just seen her, walking past and complete ignoring him as she held onto another man possessively. That's when it hit him. He had to feel the pain, true, but then he had to heal it. He couldn't just let himself bleed forever. Pain proved he was human, that he was good and strong. Sometimes, the burn was necessary to move on.

You might just find your better for it, when you let go and you learn.
Let it hurt, let it bleed. Let it take you right done to your knees.
Sometimes the only way around it, is to let love do its work.
So go on and let it hurt. Oh, let it burn.

So, no, he wouldn't forget. He would let it hurt, but he would come out better because of it. And it was all because of that one morning, exactly a year prior.

7:42 in the morning, 8 seconds before it all sinks in...