Time. Time passed. In that time, Melissa got into some habits.

One was the obvious going out with Beast Boy. But, as the Titans found out quite quickly, they wouldn't be called an 'item'. Items were for shelves, and drawers. Not people.

An other was seeing Robin every night, always with the unsuspected alien hiding in the shadows. All three of the living, breathing mammals present enjoyed this time.

The last one was disappearing every Thursday for a couple hours. No one knew where she went, and no one got an answer when they asked her.

Also in that time, Melissa got closer to everyone. She became best friends with everyone.

One particular night, Raven was talking to Starfire, and so she didn't hear what Robin and Melissa were saying. As far as Starfire was concerned, listening to them talk helped her understand Robin better, and Melissa too. Unfortunately, missing this night was not good.

"Robin, I have to tell you something important." Melissa was pail today. Robin could see that she was nervous.

"What's up?" Robin asked, casually. What could happen?

"It's about where I go on Thursdays."

Robin sat up. Where did she go? He wanted to know. "Where do you go?"

"I... I can't tell you." Melissa turned away. Robin put his arm around her.

"It's okay, really. You can tell me."

"I... Oh, Robin, I have leukemia."

"You're going where?" Beast Boy asked. She was leaving?

"My cousin was murdered, and they need me at the case."

"You, have a cousin?" Raven asked.

"I guess so, really I didn't know. Anyways, miss you lots, and I'll be home soon. Write lots of letters!" She hugged Cyborg, kissed Robin on the cheek and then hugged him, hugged Raven and said "Bye Rae!" Got creamed in a hug by Starfire, and finally did one last, long kiss to Beast Boy.

"Miss You!" She yelled, as she flew away.

It was the next day. Melissa had gotten a letter and had instantly insisted that she had to go. She said that she needed to fix it. To Melissa, she could fix the world.

Robin stared after her as she flew away. Melissa had leukemia. That was not good.

Like, a while later, as in a couple months...

They hadn't gotten any letters for a month. This was unusual. Six or seven a week each was normal, but they weren't really worried. Melissa had said that she was really busy, so maybe it had all caught up with her.

Until that day...

Ding, Dong! The doorbell. Robin answered. It was a boy, around 15 or 16. The Boy handed him a letter, and said, "I'm sorry." Then he left. Robin stared after him. What did the boy mean?

Robin went into the living room, where everyone was watching movie. Robin told them about the letter, and only when Beast Boy said "open it!" did Robin do so.

Robin stared at the letter, reading it three times before it sunk in. Then, he threw it on the ground, and walked into his room. Then, Cyborg picked it up. "No, he whispered, before throwing it down like Robin and marching into his room.

"What the... Raven picked up the letter, read it, and felt a tear tumble down her cheek. She too ran to her room. Next, Starfire.

"NO! That's not right!" Star ran to her room. At last, Beast Boy. He felt the tears run down his cheeks as he read the letter. It just couldn't happen...

The letter, went something like this.

Dear the friends and room mates of Melissa,

Today, our dearly beloved friend, and cousin has passed away, due to the same murderer who murdered my sister. Fortunately, there were witnesses to this event, so the man responsible is in prison. There was nothing we could have done to prevent this, and so we must face it, as it should be. Our dearly beloved Melissa is dead. She will not have a funeral, it was her wish. Melissa was burned yesterday. It was so sad, and she would have liked you to be there. Please, keep on living your lives as if she never existed, although knowing Melissa that will be hard to do.

I hope that you won't feel as much pain as I, even though I only knew her for a couple months.

Jodie Springs

People deal with pains in different ways. Let's see if you can figure who's who.

One sat with his back facing is car, a wrench in his hand, crying softly.

One was sobbing continuously into her pillow.

Another was sitting in his closet running his fingers over all the pictures he had of her all the way from when she was 10. Tears were running down his cheeks.

One was sobbing under a blanket, as objects of all shapes and sizes flew wildly across the room.

The last one was lying in his bed, not moving, not wanting anything. He just wanted the pain to stop.

They all did.

Sad, isn't it? But it's not the end...

lol

RR!