I just didn't know what to do.... Hope you enjoy it anyway.
It was friday night, I remember it, the usual friday night at the titans tower: popcorn and a chat on the roof, with a little fire. And stories. So many stories. I remember them one by one like if they told me them yesterday. It was Raven's turn, she was lost somewhere, maybe in slumber, maybe in her thoughts. Her face was half lit by the pale flames of the fire, the other half was hid in the shadows. Her eyes were closed, but she seemed to observe us anyway. I hated her when she acted in that way, because her purple eyes were a marvel that had to be shown to the world, not hid behind an eyelid. All of a sudden she seemed to wake up from the most far abyss of her mind and spoke, her eyes always closed and her cheek leaned on her knee with both hands under it. She really appeared to sleep, but she was awake, I was sure. She spoke, I said, with her softer voice, to trick us about her real meaning of words: we were listening her enchanted, like a snake who follows a flute.
"The truth is that there's nobody out there, that we're born to be alone, and we'll die alone, no matter what we do. It's life, simply. We weren't meant to understand it, that's the sad thing. We're animal with a knowledge too big to be accepted or used. Out there, only hell waits for us. We have to find the courage to admit that we go alone, and we'll find something in the end we haven't expected. But if you exit from here with the conviction that something is out there for you, and for you only, you'll never find anything. Things must be found, and not researched. You really want to know the worst thing?"
Silence followed that question. Raven's harsh because the sleep and the fire, and no one spoke. She carried on with her reflection, not caring that no one answered.
"That we're just another piece of flesh in the world. We aren't meant for anything, we just find something we like and sometimes we make it good. Only if we're lucky. We're animals, that's the bad thing: we're here only to continue our species. Even if we don't know why. Think about the first animal. He lived millions of years ago: he was unique, he really had a choice: to live or not to. He would have done the difference. He."
She remained silent, indifferent.
"It's sad, isn't it?" she concluded.