A/N: Two in one night? Must be the apocalypse! This is for Halium. Such a stupid and sick little joke…
This chapter is kind of like a little sequel to Until the End. I suggest you read that before you read this.
Through the Trees, by Low Shoulder
It had been two months since Rachel had left him at the alter. She had simply said how she had not been ready to make this commitment, but he knew better. Especially when the news crew would capture a dark shadow of a bird leaving the scene when Nightwing showed up for something. She was with him, and she was helping him run. As long as she was safe, he would be happy for her. But he still hated her.
He decided last month, with the help of some of his friends, that he should move on from her. She left him, and he acknowledged that. But it didn't stop Gar from trying to kill himself. He could distantly remember the blood and glass all over the floor after he punched the mirror. He had taken the pieces into his hands and put them over his wrists, and just... slit them. It was easier than anything that had happened before, but he was saved. His friends had saved him before he had died, and he was thankful for them. Gar could now move on from the mess that Rachel had put on him.
She had left him in the dark, but he wouldn't stand for it anymore. Today was the day that he would officially hand over his house, that he would officially get rid of everything she had left in their house, that he would get rid of the feelings he still harbored towards her for the most part. Gar couldn't help but feel broken on the inside; who wouldn't, since his fiancé, the woman he was in love with for years, left him for one of his best friends. He could only have hope that she could be happy with him, even if she was constantly looking over her back for the cops.
She was on the run, but she was happy. And it was time for Gar to be too. Today was the day that he would take the step forward instead of two steps back. She wasn't coming back, and neither was he. He looked back into what was their bedroom, with the empty walls and the lack of furniture. He gave a sad smile, and slowly shut the door. He could move forward, without her in his life.
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A/N: I like this chapter. Just make sure you read Until the End before this, or it won't make as much sense, since it's a tiny little sequel.
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