I DON'T OWN THE TEEN TITANS.
I DO OWN THE PLOT OF THIS STORY.
(NOTE: THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY DAD. IT'S ALSO DEDICATED TO HOW DARK AND SAD LIFE WOULD BE IF YOU HAD NOTHING).
IS IT WORTH IT?
OLD BRIDGE CEMETERY (PRESENT DAY, STILL RAINING)…
"Voice, who was she?"
"Voice, who was she?"
"Voice, who was she?"
Her words echoed in the air.
It took a rather long time for the voice to be able to speak. Talking in the human world takes a lot of energy from a ghost.
"She was you. She was sunny, happy, and energetic. She was a lot like you. Then she died. She died in pain, agony, and under torture. I failed to save her from it all. I loved her. But I won't fail to save you. Please. Save yourself. Kill yourself."
In the grave next to Kiaro's, the sword appeared. Starfire took it in her hands. She was convinced that the voice was right. She was about to do it, until she read the engraving of the tombstone next to Kiaro's.
"Conor Mc Machen. Died age 16. Stronger now than he ever was before."
Starfire yielded the sword.
"Before I do this, I must know. How did you die?"
The rain poured even heavier now.
"My father, I lost in a storm. My mother, I never knew. My brothers and sisters, I never had. My love, died because of my incompetents. My love's father, demanded me to serve him. I had nothing to live for. And so do you."
Starfire lost her grip on the sword. She knew that wasn't true.
"You had nothing to live for, or you had 'no one' to live for?"
The rain suddenly stopped.
No reply. There would never be another one.
Starfire heard a loud car horn.
"Star! We gotta go! Plasmas is loose again!" Cyborg yelled.
Starfire knew that even if she did want to kill herself, she couldn't. Because she had four other people to live for. And no matter how evil the world is, she wouldn't give it a second thought.
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