Okay, I know I should be working on Ember but I just REALLY wanted to get this out…cut me some slack, I had band, swim team, homework, then mid-terms and then I was sick! I'm working on Ember now, I'm at a very complicated part, so just bear with me a little longer. :sigh: ok, now that I got that out, enjoy the one shot : D PS, I wrote this last year for my LA teacher so don't let the vocab words scare you away…
Broken Thoughts
He took his leave, but he didn't abdicate. Oh, no, he left suddenly, leaving only his caustic words behind to eat away at my soul for all eternity. He didn't just get up and leave, no, he had to verbally deface me in front of the whole team.
We had our ups and downs, I mean, who wouldn't, especially when you have a city to protect. I always thought he could handle it though…I knew Slade was getting to him, and now us dating didn't exactly help with the possibility he would figure it out and take me hostage. Yea right, I may be a girl, but Robin of all people should know I wouldn't go down without a fight.
I shouldn't, and can't blame myself for him leaving me. The hostility of the team only helped to negate me to staying in the four walled pit they so willing call a room. I would rather be in his warm embrace then trapped here like some animal in the zoo. Didn't the thought ever cross any of their minds that I also had my worries about this relationship? Didn't the increase in mediation periods give them any indication that it was tearing me up inside that we put the team in more danger with every kiss we shared?
I miss his tenderness, his touch, but it's all gone now. I have the foreboding feeling this near break up fight was it, it's over. We really won't have the tenderness after our fights to rekindle our love. Our ungainly cover-ups when the team questioned why we were always together.
This was never again to happen, until the faithful knock on the cold steel door cut through the silence that had that swallowed my room that night. I let the door open on its own accord, allowing the visitor to enter my crumbling domain. His masked eyes were full of lament and sorrow as he stood at the foot of my bed, silently beckoning me to his side. I wanted to run, run away from this horrible planet, and go off into some far galaxy to escape the torment my soul was forced to exist with here. Alas, I couldn't resist him for long; I floated off my cold, merciless bed and into his warm, comforting embrace. We stood there, basking in the love we had, cold, silent tears drizzled down my cheek as he gently cooed my name, "Raven".