The cold air nipped at her skin as she battled against the icy winds thrusting against her small body. Subconsciously, she drew her navy cloak closer to her freezing body. The snow drifted from the sky, floating away peacefully in the wind. Footsteps were imprinted in the soft white blanket all around her. She was alone, as alone as a solitary crow cawing outside a church. She wasn't a crow. She was a raven. Many regarded her as dark, brooding raven who would retreat when life brought out a new attack. She had to prove them wrong. She had to prove that she could win over her inner struggles.
The echoes of Raven's footsteps crunching made a mournful appeal for help. She closed her eyes and silently knelt down, exhausted. Her hood fell back, completing the look of the Titan who was lost in self-loathing. She could never understand how anyone could even like her, but as she wasn't able to show her emotions, she couldn't let others know about her pitiful problem. Raven was drowning , and only a firm steady hand could pull her to dry land.
The only person that she could seek comfort in was a certain green changeling. He understood the burdens that were weighing down on her. He was her safety raft in a sea of despair. He had too been betrayed, and Raven felt that BeastBoy was the only person who could help her in this unforgiving world.
The snow stopped floating down, and a ray of sunshine peeked out from behind a cloud. Hope rose in her chest, and she began the steady tramp back to the tower.