Teen Titans: Daydreams for a Solitary Walker

Part One

Chapter Three: Alive

I inhale the air around me, taking great relief in the scents and sights of the world around me. When I close my eyes, I can hear the animals all around me and it makes my ears twitch with each individual calling. I am already halfway through the forest and almost to my intended destination. It feels strange to be walking by myself, but comforting all the same. I feel like I am in my element here and, sometimes, I wish I could stay.

I have never told the others about this, but I like to come out here at least once or twice a month, just to think. I chuckle to myself at that simple thought as I picture my teammates' reactions. As I walk along, I scoop up random flowers, gathering and arranging them in my hands.

I pick out a few more flowers before I come to the end of the forest and make my way towards the rocky mountains ahead. Every time I make this trip a different scene plays in my head, but each time it always ends up with a wonderful hug. I come to the opening of the cave and stop for a moment. I look up and see her standing there, tears in her eyes, a smile on her face, and asking forgiveness with all of her heart.

Sometimes she is there waiting for me and other times she does not appear until I have been sitting with her for awhile. I sigh as my shoulders drop and I walk inside, brushing past and erasing that lifelike image of her from my mind. Further down in the cave I find her again, only this time she is a little less….alive.

I kneel down in front of her frozen anguish and I add another bouquet of bright colors to the wilting piles beneath her feet. I see a few older bunches mixed in with mine, but none of them seem to possess the depth and spirit of emotions that mine do. I sit and talk with her for awhile, imagining her sparkling blue eyes and her infectious laughter in response to my uninhibited words. I get up, finally, after what seems like hours and I head back out, wishing the walk back wasn't going to be by myself.

I enjoy these solitary moments when I visit her, but occasionally I wish I had someone to bounce my thoughts off of as I head back home. Someone who knows when I am truly being serious and when I am being funny, someone who knows what I am feeling without saying it. Just….someone. Someone……like her.