A/N: As I write this, it is exactly 5:28 in the morning. I went to bed at exactly 3:50 in the morning. Input terrible joke about writers not needing sleep. Anyway, I started thinking about the alternate ending and things I wanted to change. And then an idea popped into my head. I should do Beast Boy's side of the story. So, please enjoy this not at all thought out mixed with lack of sleep chapter. The alternate ending will be added as a third chapter.. Eventually.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She asked.
It used to suffocate him. The smell of lilacs and tea, her smell, was suffocating, but he loved it, because he loved her. He didn't care that sometimes the smell would distract him so much on missions that he would end up with a scrape or two. He tried to find a perfume that smelled like her, for the nights he had to leave her room and the smell didn't follow him, but he never could. He came close a few times, but it was never that exact smell. It was never her. He tried making his own, but didn't turn out well, leaving a terrible smell and very angry team members.
"Everyday." He replied. Her smell was still suffocating.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She asked.
He loved kids, she didn't. But that was ok because she came to the park with him to entertain them anyway. They did magic tricks. He, of course, had to make jokes about that time she was turned into a bunny, which always earned him a glare. He'd send a wink her way and she didn't know it, but he could feel that tiny smile that would appear on her face when he looked away. She also didn't know it made his heart flutter.
"Yes." He replied. The kids had asked about her. He never knew what to say.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She asked.
He loved her skin. God did he love her skin. Not because she was beautiful, which of course she was, but because her skin was so different then everyone else's. She was soft, but not in the way you would expect skin to be. She was cold, but somehow at the same time she radiated a glowing warmth that would give him goosebumps. That was best part about getting to the stay the night when Robin slept in. He loved being able to stay the night. Something about Raven's skin and the sunrise was hypnotizing.
"I do." He replied. He couldn't feel her warmth anymore.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She asked.
She used to complain about his video games so much it gave him a headache. The annoyance would practically roll off her like a wave when he asked her to play. But, for some reason, it was absolutely hilarious. Maybe it was because he loved her. There were extremely rare moments where she would play him, which was a big deal to him, because she knew she hated it. But she did it anyway. Because she loved him. But the even rarer moments, were when she would have fun.
"Kind of." He replied.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She asked.
They used to have talks. Most of the time they would happen randomly. Sometimes they were small, unimportant talks. Sometimes they were deep, meaningful ones. He would ask her questions just so he could hear her voice. It was one of his favorite sounds. Her actual voice, and the noises she would sometimes make. He particularly liked the sounds she made when he spent the night and they didn't talk at all. The best of all were the times he caught her humming. He tried, but he could never memorize the tune to maybe find the song she was humming exactly. And one day he asked. She told him about her mother, and the song she used to sing to her. After much convincing, she actually sang it for him. She couldn't sing, but damn she could sing. Maybe it sounded like a choir because he loved her.
"Sometimes." He replied. She didn't hum anymore.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She asked.
They used to sit on the rocks where they had their first real talk after the beast incident. It became their spot eventually. The rocks weren't the most comfortable of seats, but her voice made them feel like beanbag chairs. The way she talked about books made him actually want to read. Sometimes, when they would sit and watch the water, she would read poetry to him. It surprised him when not all of it was creepy. Sometimes it was downright funny. She always smiled when he laughed.
"Briefly." He replied.
"Do you remember when you loved me?" She asked.
He used to comfort her when she had nightmares. Sometimes she would come to him, sometimes he would go to her when he heard her scream. She would tell him in exact detail what had happened in them. He loved that she trusted him enough to be honest. He loved making her feel safe. He loved being her protector. He loved her.
"Rarely." He replied. He prayed she couldn't hear his voice crack.
When she came, everything was different. She was easier. There was no mess to clean up with her and she understood absolutely everything he loved. And for some reason, he thought that was what he needed. Because easy is better than hard, right?
Wrong.
She became boring fast. There was never anything different to talk about. She was soft, but not like her. She was always warm, and it made him hot. She talked to fast and sometimes he couldn't understand her, and he didn't care enough to ask her to repeat herself. Everything was different, and easier. But it wasn't better.
He started longing for her. When he would hear her scream at night, he hoped with everything he had that his door would open and she would come in and tell him every single detail. It never happened. And he was too much of a coward to go to her.
And one day, it started hurting too much, and he snuck away in the night.
The note he left her was swept away out the window with the breeze of the cold air. It wasn't a long note, but it was an important one. I remember every single day, if there's still a chance, meet me where I first found the courage to hold your hand.
But she never saw the note.
So she never came.
He waited until sundown to be sure she wasn't coming. He left behind a bouquet of lilacs. They remained there for a long while, slowly dying.
She never found them. And she never found him.
A/N: This was slightly hard to write, but I hope you enjoyed.