Remember me?
Hello. It's me again.
You remember me, don't you? We were the best of friends, laughing and joking and chasing each other around. We grew up together, like a brother and sister. No matter what, we could always talk if we wanted to or not talk. Not talking was okay too. We'd just sit and enjoy being near each other. We got older, went to school, all that kind of stuff, and yet we never grew away from being friends. We even ended up working the same job, night and day. We'd talk or not, comfort when comfort was needed. We never thought about our problems because sometimes being with someone you love and trust is more important than the extra stuff.
When you had your accident and had to go away for a while, I understood; that doesn't mean I liked it. I missed you and the way you knew everything about me, even the things I'd never tell anybody else, ever.
When you came back, you were different and you hated yourself for it. I didn't hate you and I tried to make you not hate yourself. That's when I finally told you. Told you about the one thing that I had never told you before. The bad thing. I thought you'd hate me, hate me for not telling you everything about myself as you had done, hate me for what I was born to be. I was sure you'd hate me. But that was better then you hating yourself.
To my surprise, you didn't. You helped me to see a new something. Instead of hating myself for it, I learned that fate is bull and anyone can reach for the stars. Because of you I learned not to hate myself and to fight for my own life, one far away from where I was expected to be. Because of you, I am free to live always and forever.
I-I just wanted to thank you for always being there for me, for encouraging and supporting instead of being terrified and hating me. For changing the way I look at myself and others. Because of you I learned to open up and make friends. Nevermore will I linger in the cold hallways of unfeeling and suspicion. You were, and always will be-if you'll pardon the cheesiness- the wind beneath my wings.
….look. I'm sorry it took so long for all this to come out. You must have thought I was cold and uncaring. I just had trouble putting my feelings into words. It was hardest to talk to you, you who were my sole confident for so long, perhaps precisely because I knew you. Sometimes it's harder to talk to those closest to you than those who don't have a bond. But that's no real excuse, I know, and I'm sorry I had to wait until now to say something.
You see, what I'm really trying to say is that, well, even though you're gone and I'm all alone, you're not really gone at all. I mean, you're in my heart and sometimes I can hear your voice, louder than all the others, in my mind and that comforts me. I know that's not too much consolation for you but…I guess it makes me feel like you're still here, alive, and giving me one of your bear hugs that used to piss me off so much.
I just want you to know: you are my best friend and I'll always love you and carry you in my heart. Thank you, Vic, for being you.
ah yes, end of the queer little fic that just kinda flowed by accident when I was supposed to be doing a report.
I was kinda thinking sorta a Raven talking to Cyborg's grave in the rain kinda thing and I'm not exactly sure it's the greatest piece of writing ever but it was a fierce little thing. sorta clawed its way outta me.
definitely AU since Raven and Cy did NOT grow up together. yeah well whatever. thanks for reading.
oh yeah- I don't own the Teen Titans.