Hey! This is my first Teen Titan story. I have only seen one other pairing
like this but since that story has not been updated I've decided to write
my own! I hope you all like it and please keep in mind that it is really
unbelievably late/ early as in it is 4am so I have to type quietly or my
parents will wake up and make me get off the computer. Oh, and I will do a
sequel or something if you people want me to.
I do not own any Teen Titans whatsoever.
Too Often
Look at her sitting there all alone. Sure she calls it meditation but I really know what she is doing. She's crying only because she thinks the rest of us are gone. She thinks she is alone in the world, always alone. Well, she is wrong. She is not alone. No, as long as I am here, as long as I live, she will never be alone.
My raven goddess thinks that nobody can see her cuts. That nobody cares about her longing for death, her longing for pain. While the rest of the Titans dance in dazzling dreams at night the two of us are always trapped in the reality of being awake. Her, listening for concerned footsteps and feeling the wonderful sensation of pain trickling down her arms, and me, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do while listening for a soundless cry. If only she could know how I feel. Never in my life have I admired someone's bravery as I do her bravery. Never have I been devoted to making someone smile. Not once have I wanted to care for a magnificent person like I want to care for her. Never have I truly been in love.
It's been getting harder and harder to hide my feelings for her. During missions I am always so distracted by her luscious lips. I always love the way she moves before she is about to get into the fight. She braces herself and closes her eyes in such concentration that I can't help but gaze at her face, waiting for her to open her amazing eyes, waiting to hear her enchanting voice. But that's just it. I am always waiting.
Too often have I just sat here in the shadows. Too often have I told everyone that I am going out by myself only to sit here in a tower empty of everyone but me and my love. Too often have I done nothing. Well that will change. That HAS to change.
I shift as I see her finish a note with a determined look to her. As she firmly walks out of the living room I creep out of my hiding place. My eyes fill with burning tears as I read what she has written. None of it's true. People DO care about her. She IS loved. Her life DOES have meaning.
Swiftly and silently I rush through the halls, listening for her soft footsteps. I get close as I hear the bathroom door click shut. Feeling that all may be lost I speed up and find myself in front of the door. Unhesitatingly, I push it open to find her clasping a razor blade in her hand, seconds away from the un-returnable deed. I dash to her and grab the cruel blade from her hand.
"What are you do-?!"
I do not own any Teen Titans whatsoever.
Too Often
Look at her sitting there all alone. Sure she calls it meditation but I really know what she is doing. She's crying only because she thinks the rest of us are gone. She thinks she is alone in the world, always alone. Well, she is wrong. She is not alone. No, as long as I am here, as long as I live, she will never be alone.
My raven goddess thinks that nobody can see her cuts. That nobody cares about her longing for death, her longing for pain. While the rest of the Titans dance in dazzling dreams at night the two of us are always trapped in the reality of being awake. Her, listening for concerned footsteps and feeling the wonderful sensation of pain trickling down her arms, and me, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do while listening for a soundless cry. If only she could know how I feel. Never in my life have I admired someone's bravery as I do her bravery. Never have I been devoted to making someone smile. Not once have I wanted to care for a magnificent person like I want to care for her. Never have I truly been in love.
It's been getting harder and harder to hide my feelings for her. During missions I am always so distracted by her luscious lips. I always love the way she moves before she is about to get into the fight. She braces herself and closes her eyes in such concentration that I can't help but gaze at her face, waiting for her to open her amazing eyes, waiting to hear her enchanting voice. But that's just it. I am always waiting.
Too often have I just sat here in the shadows. Too often have I told everyone that I am going out by myself only to sit here in a tower empty of everyone but me and my love. Too often have I done nothing. Well that will change. That HAS to change.
I shift as I see her finish a note with a determined look to her. As she firmly walks out of the living room I creep out of my hiding place. My eyes fill with burning tears as I read what she has written. None of it's true. People DO care about her. She IS loved. Her life DOES have meaning.
Swiftly and silently I rush through the halls, listening for her soft footsteps. I get close as I hear the bathroom door click shut. Feeling that all may be lost I speed up and find myself in front of the door. Unhesitatingly, I push it open to find her clasping a razor blade in her hand, seconds away from the un-returnable deed. I dash to her and grab the cruel blade from her hand.
"What are you do-?!"