I looked up and stared at my hero's face. I loved everything about him. His green skin and hair. His cute snaggle tooth that hinted a beast within him. I nudged my head closer to his chest as he carried me out of the alley. His arms tightened around my body in response. I was so grateful that someone heard my cries. And how wonderful it felt to have someone care for me. I could hear his heartbeat through his shirt.
"Don't worry, you're safe now." Beastboy said soothingly.
He ran his fingers through my hair as he kept walking. My face grew hot from embarrassment, but I liked it.
He eventually stopped walking and carefully sat down indian style under a pier by the ocean-away from the rain. He adjusted me in his lap like a baby.
He looked down at me with concern. I met his eyes and couldn't look away.
"You're hurt." He said full of emotion. His concern comforted me. I couldn't remember the last time someone said a caring thing towards me. I looked down at my body. He was right. I had deep cuts everywhere. I sure was the fighter. Not. I couldn't fight to save my life. Literally.
"Yeah, but I should probably go and take care of myself." I sadly stated.
Beastboy tightened his arms around me. "No." He firmly said. He wasn't going to let me go. But strangely. . . I didn't want him to. I felt like I was picking up chapter that I left off with him. He suddenly ripped the sleeve off of his shirt and tied it around a gash on my arm. I thanked him.
"I miss you Terra." Beastboy said softly. He pulled me closer to his chest. My heart skipped a beat. Somewhere in my heart I loved him and missed him too. But I just couldn't remember why. It felt like my memory had been wiped clean. And every now and then I would find a piece to the puzzle of my messed up history.
I coked back tears. Why was I so weird? Why couldn't I remember anything? All I could remember was being enrolled at that dumb boarding school one day. Nothing more beyond that.
"Beastboy, I want to say I feel the same as you do. But honestly, I don't remember-I can't remember anything from my past. Anything about you. " I said looking away. I wasn't good with communicating my thoughts.
Beastboy lifted my chin with his finger, forcing me to make eye contact with him. "You're wrong." He simply stated.
"What do you mean?" I said narrowing my eyes.
"You love me."
It made me mad that he stated it like a fact.
"And just how do you know?" I demanded.
"Why else would you be sitting in my lap with your arms around me in the pouring rain?" He smiled.
I scowled at him. I knew he was right.
"One, we're not in the pouring rain. And two, maybe I'm just cold."
"Or maybe you're just in love with me." He said amused.
"Maybe I'm not."
"But you are."
I clenched my fists preparing to stand up. If I didn't know my own feelings at the moment, how could he?
I tried standing up but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me back down on his lap. I blushed again. Why was he being so forceful?
"What do you want!"
"You're not going anywhere." He said smiling.
"And just why not?" I demanded.
"Because you're hurt."
"Well I don't see you doing anything about it." I spit out.
"I made you the arm wrap and saved you from thugs. " He reminded me. Oh yeah.
I sighed. "Fine."
"Sorry. That's not the 'thanks' I was looking for."
I scrunched my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
Before I could pull away he placed his hands on both sides of my head and leaned in for a kiss. His eyes we're sparkling inches from mine and I could feel his breath on my face. My heart started racing and I caught my breath. And then his lips made contact with mine.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He confidently asked.
"Could have been better." I teased. That was not awful at all***. In fact, I probably enjoyed it more than he did.
Beastboy rolled his eyes.
I became serious. "Beastboy?"
"Yes darling?"
I flinched. ". . . Please don't call me that. I was wondering if what you told me the day you found me at the school, if what you said about me was true." A part of me knew he was right. But I just wanted to hear him say it.
His expression turned serious also. ". . .Yes." He finally answered.
Instead of the flooding emotions that were supposed to flood my body, I felt nothing. I numbed myself. For once I was going to accept my regrets and the pain I indeed once brought to people. I was going to face the destruction I did to Jump City and the others I traveled to. And for once, I was going to face my one and only true fear: Myself.
