(A/N): I don't owe anything from this fic... wait, I DO owe the plot, but not the show.

I seemed so real, yet so unreal.

I remember the day, Beast Boy. The day you return with your fellow friends, the day you saw me 'once again'. You came to see me that day, and we practically spend the day together and you continued chasing me in school the next day. Like I told you, I really don't remember anything. But that day, that day left me something in my heart, something I felt before, but I'm not sure what. Deep down my heart I felt warmth, comfort, care when spending time with you, but I don't know why.

I crossed over everything the day after we parted ways. The Titans and Slade, heroes and villains, good and evil, black and white. Through everything you said about me, I seemed like a little girl lost in the dark, desperately finding the key. But because of this darkness, I was blind. I can't see my way and I'm always confused of going which way to search for it, ending up finding out I went the wrong way when things are at worst. Is this who I really am? I don't know.

I said it before: I don't remember. All I remember was waking up to find myself deep below the Earth's surface, not knowing how I got there or anything before that. After hours of struggles in there, I finally found my way back, and after I 'd seen the sun, everything was high school. When my friends asked me where I came from, I just kept quiet. I don't know, I really don't, and I don't know why. These thoughts just cram into my head, unable to solve it, unable to let it go. Slowly, it became a heavy and horrible burden.

That's why that day meant so much to me, Beast Boy. I may not remember anything you said, but you gave me the realization that I do have a life before this, my past life. Slowly, I began to recall the feelings I never felt before, but feelings I felt before too. The feelings I felt before when those past incidents happened, the feeling I know that you are telling the truth, but I denied it. The feelings, Beast Boy, not the incident, but the feelings. I started to chase my past life, trying and wondering whether I can once again recall all these incidents you told me about again.

But I didn't try my best. Once again, I don't know why. I don't understand it, I'm desperate to find my past life, to tell you everything I know about these feelings, but I held back. I lied. There was a force that pulls me and stops me from moving on, a voice that tells me to stop doing everything I am doing now, a power that's stopping me from trying my best to do what I want. All these things didn't just held me back from telling you the truth, it also fails me to achieve me goal for realizing my dreams, to find out who I am and move on.

I guess... the world is just too unpredictable. Nothing that ever crosses my mind happens instantly, and sometimes, it's just too much to swallow it whole. Anything could happen to anyone at anytime, and somehow, even though I am willing to find out who I am, I'm also grabbing and appreciating this new life I'm having, and a voice is telling me to never let it go no matter what, and maybe because these are the only loyalties I can ever have and give, for now.

I'm so sorry, Beast Boy, for that day, for everything I've ever done. This sentence seems so familiar, as if I said it before, maybe in my past life. Before we parted ways, I could see pain in your eyes, confusion in your mind, sorrow and desperation in your heart. But you were brave, Beast Boy. You grew up and learned to mend your heart and prepare things that comes in your way. You learned how to accept the truth and let it go, even though you really don't want to. Somehow, before we parted ways, I wish I could say one last thing to you:

Sometimes, having memories of who you love and lost is better than having no memory at all.

(A/N): Okay, I'm done. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease review, pretty, pretty please? I'll gine you a cookie!