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You won't be coming back

I didn't get to say goodbye

I really wish I got to say goodbye

Yellowcard, View From Heaven

A long beep filled the room.

It seemed as if it would never end. Like it wouldn't, couldn't be forgotten. It would have to be in our minds forever.

"We lost him," the half-robot could barely let the words out of his mouth.

The us, other Titans fell silent. The ringing sound of the long beep still filled our ears.

"Find him again…" the Tamaranean didn't seem to get it. She wasn't crying at all, like she was expecting him to come back to life. "Friend, you said you have lost him…you will be able to find him again…yes?" Her eyes started to tear up, her fingers twisted into each other, hoping, praying.

"No, Star. I'm sorry," Cyborg started to disengage the wires on the boy lying on the bed. Blood was still on his chest, the knife that had killed him, lying on the bedside table.

"Your machines are wrong. Fix them…fix him…" she started to cry, like the hope that was in her spilled out of her eyes through tears. I could see that her life started to fall into pieces.

"DUDE! DON'T YOU GET IT? ROBIN'S DEAD!" the changeling shouted, startling Starfire. He punched the wall. Nobody has seen him like this before, other than the time Terra had died. These times in his life, he was actually serious.

I was the only one who was still silent, the only one who wasn't crying.

The Tamaranean Princess was on her knees; no one was there to comfort her, because her beloved had just died, her beloved and her lover.

All of us knew that there was something between them. Something that was often denied by our leader. He could not accept it, but she freely gave it to him, without even knowing she did. Someone like him would definitely need someone like her; a cheerful and happy person who would reflect on his serious and solid attitude. They were…the perfect couple.

The others left the room; they could not bear to stay within the four walls that contained the corpse of our leader, the boy wonder.

I walked slowly toward his bed. His skin was pale, his body cold. He was still wet with the rain outside, his hair plastered to his forehead. I absent-mindedly brushed a strand away from his forehead. For the first time, I felt the tears stinging my eyes. The sides of my lips twitched slightly, controlling the urge to spill out my sentiments.

I closed my eyes and furrowed my brows, still holding back the tears that I didn't want to give him.

My heart pounded in my chest. I felt as if I would collapse right there and then. Someone close to me was lying on the bed; his heart, not beating; his body, unmoving. It didn't feel right.

Ha. Of course it didn't. He's dead. That wasn't right at all. It could have been anyone else. Cyborg, Beastboy…Starfire…me… I wished it had been me. Then nobody would have to cry. Nobody cared, anyway.

The tears filled my eyes and I was fighting the impulse of them flowing down my cheeks. A few things suddenly exploded around me.

I swallowed hard, and then closed my eyes.

Something cold cascaded down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away.

I finally brought myself to speak.

"You know me more than anybody…" I recalled the scene. "Do you know that? I told you that before, I don't think you remember…"

I lifted my hand to cover my mouth. The tears ran down my cheeks, freely now.

More things were destroyed. It didn't matter at the moment. I know everyone would understand.

Silence filled the air, other than my muffled sniffs and wails. My hand fell on his chest, as if I was trying to find a heartbeat.

"I haven't told you this…" I paused for a moment. "But I fell for you…once, before."

I bit my lip; my other hand that was rested on the bed was clenched in a light fist.

"I fell for you…" I repeated. "But you didn't catch me…"

Silence.

"I wasn't expecting anything…but I hoped…wished…that you would somehow at least see me, not as a friend or as a demon, but as I saw you…

"After we defeated my father…I thought that there would be something different between us…but there wasn't"

I bit my lip.

I bent down to meet my lips with his. They were cold and wet with droplets of rain, but I didn't care about that right now. I broke our lips apart after a split second, knowing that I was taking something that wasn't meant to be mine. I was giving something of his, but was taking something that wasn't mine.

The hand that was rested on his chest traveled to the side of his face. I slipped my hand under the black rim of his mask. I slowly lifted it. My hand was shaking. I just wanted to see…even just a quick glance.

My hand stopped, half an inch away from his face…

No…no one was supposed to see. That was why he never took it off. If he wanted anyone to see, then why didn't he just show us?

It must be kept to himself... kept from me, at least.

I put it back, dismissing the thought.

I quickly brushed away my tears and headed out the door.

I left the room with a silent mutter…that no one could hear it. The only word audible was the name of that person, the name of THE person.

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