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Author's Note: Okay, here's day two…sorry, I don't really have a lot to say. But…enjoy and please review.

Xoxo,

PWG

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Day Two

"Well, good night."

"Yes. The same to you."

An awkward pause lingered between them. 'Life's' tragedy had only occurred a few tender hours ago, but it still felt like it never passed. They'd almost kissed. But, as always, a frustrated conscience always got the best of them. Their hearts longed for the moment their lips would trace each other— and then that damned voice in their heads would scold them for taking advantage of unstable emotions. It didn't add up. Heads say one thing. Hearts say another. It doesn't mean you should always go with your head.

Robin rubbed the back of his neck; trying to advert his gaze over to the blank wall. She was staring at him, and he refused to give his contribution to her view. Every time they made stable eye contact, they moved closer. Besides, he was exhausted, and he didn't seem to have any control of his actions after his eyes became heavy. Robin searched desperately for sleep. He had millions of concerns and problems that he needed to sleep on. Everything always seemed better when the lights flickered off.

Starfire smiled weakly. "I…had much fun today."

Robin furrowed his brows with growing curiosity. "Seriously?"

She nodded sleepily. "Yes."

"Oh." he croaked. "I just...thought that since I freaked like that today you might be a little…I don't know..."

"I cannot be disappointed when I am with you," she murmured. "You are my best friend, and no matter how...strange you act, I will always enjoy your company."

"You too." he replied, a smile stalking onto his handsome features. "I'm just happy that you..."

Starfire tilted her head to the side. "Yes?"

Robin shook his head drowsily, forcing an interruptive yawn. "I think I just need sleep. You should probably go to bed, too."

"Agreed. I shall see you tomorrow!" Starfire chirped. "Pleasant shlorvaks!"

Her door closed without a last word spoken from her mouth; leaving Robin behind in the dust to find his own way. It was difficult to watch her fade into her own world, never knowing if he was the biggest part of it or not. Her private existence was shooing Robin away. He desired to know what was sealed in there, but she didn't think he even wanted to know. He was missing a few pages in his book—a few more questions to be answered. Did Starfire love him? Would this vacation go smoothly? Would she ever grow out of him…?

…And what the heck did "pleasant shlorvaks" mean?

Robin's face grew somber as he entered his room, his eyes remaining on Starfire's door still. "Yeah, you too." He said hoarsely.

The clapping of his feet against the floor died before she heard his door slip shut. Starfire pressed her back to the wall— never eavesdropping on him whispering his nightly romance. Her mind was far too focused to listen. She hopelessly reflected on how he kept running away when they gained a chance to fall in love all over again. All she wanted to do was go up to him and say those three special words. All she sought after was to know how he felt. It sliced at her everyday, wondering if he loved her in return. Were all Earth boys so emotionally challenged? Males on Tameran would frequently come up to her, assorted Tamerainean dishes and plants struggling in their arms. They weren't afraid to show vulnerability to emotions. So why was Robin so petrified? Could humans and Tameraineans really be so opposite when it came to showing affection? Apparently so. On Valentines Day, Robin had run off to train in the gym for many hours...leaving Starfire sobbing into a pillow in her room, a crinkled valentine in her fist. In October, Starfire begged him to be her escort to the Annual Fall Ball, and instead she attended on her own. Then on Christmas, she had duck taped excessive amounts of mistletoe all over the Tower, and Robin prepared a painfully excuse to flee every time she offered a Christmas wish. He was as hopeless as they come. Star had made so many attempts to find a way to him, but there was always something in the way. Everyone claimed that he had strong feelings towards her, but she just wasn't accepting it. If he really loved her so terribly much, then he should simply say so, Starfire told herself. Maybe it was just some cruel joke to get her hopes up. He had become the empty melody that she couldn't get out of her head, and the harmony was getting rather old.

The quiet of the night was disturbing. On a regular basis, Beast boy would be sneaking downstairs to get a midnight snack of tofu, and have a good scare seeing Cyborg jump out at him from the shadows in a ghoul mask. Raven would be snickering lightly while sipping her herbal tea; Robin would be typing at the computer while screaming orders at the two boys to shut up, and Starfire would be looking over his shoulder with a content expression planted on her pretty features. Now that all the havoc was gone, it was quite lonesome. Robin was sulking in his room while Starfire wept in her own. The tears flowed down her cheeks like a silent river. If this weren't the only person she ever felt this way towards, she'd have no problem knocking on his door.

Silkie inched his way up to her slowly. His small black eyes traced her tears. A small grunt escaped his mouth as Starfire lifted him into her lap. His odd smile looked upon her gently, and her eyes sparkled with tears. "Oh, Silkie," Starfire whispered into the night. "Do you think that perhaps Robin really is what the others say? That is...he in love with me...as I am…?" Silkie gurgled quietly in reply. The alien girl merely sighed in response, her dreams flooded with essences of the young man she loved too much.

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Sunrise.

Finally.

Robin thought it would never come, but it did. He didn't get any sleep whatsoever last night. The poisoning recall of Starfire's words of separating forced his eyes to linger open hours after the moon settled by the stars. He should have been flattered that she cared for him…that she showed she was upset when he inched from a kiss. Their love was so broken and twisted, and, yet, still perfectly aligned. He needed to lose the connection. She was his best friend, and he felt that he had no right to dive into her like that. It was a truly intoxicating relationship. He suffered from hangovers of handholding and hugs, and he was constantly coughing up word vomit. He was forever addicted to Starfire—the smell of her shampoos, the tenderness of her stares, and the way her body always seemed to align perfectly with his shape. But…forever really isn't that long. He'd enjoy it while he could.

He could think what he wanted to, but when he did the math, it would always add up to something most people live without— genuine affection. And he despised it. She was simply one too innocent for such things. Surely, she could not handle such a beautiful disaster…right?

"Robin?"

Oh, God…

"May I join you?" Her voice drifted in through the door.

He shifted in his sheets, tapping his finger on his chin. Obviously he was going to let her enter his room, but he wasn't really positive if he wanted her to sit down on the bed with him.

"Robin?"

"Sure," he struggled. Starfire nodded, stepping in through the door.

She gazed over at him. "Are you...okay?"

His face remained still. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Starfire persisted. "You seem a bit troubled this-"

"I'm fine." he bit out impatiently. She pouted.

"Oh." Star peeped. "That is...good."

"You?" he grunted sourly.

She shrugged girlishly. "As well as to be expected," she replied simply, turning her face away from him. She paused for a moment. "…Are you hungry, Robin?"

He shook his head. "No... Thanks." he said bitterly. "I've got a lot on my mind. I just…I just need to sort some stuff out,"

"I understand. You wish for me to go, yes?" she huffed, taking a small step backward.

"N-no!" he said desperately, grabbing at her wrist. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way!"

"Then what way did you wish for it to come out?" she asked, crossing her arms again.

"...I don't really know, Star. It just seems like…everything I say has been coming across the wrong way,"

"Agreed," Starfire mused, forcing a small smile.

"Yeah." Robin muttered under his breath.

"If you do not mind my asking," the alien began gently, sitting down next to him. He crossed his legs uncomfortably. "What troubles you so?"

He exhaled heavily. "You really want to know?"

"Yes." She breathed, giving his shoulder a small squeeze.

This was it. The big confession. The big secret. The thing he never wanted to have to say. He ran his hand through his hair, taking in a deep breath. "…I-"

Boop—boo—boo—beep—beeeeeeeeeep…

Robin let out a disgruntled groan, reaching for the communicator on his dresser. He flipped it open, only to reveal three curious faces.

Beast boy displayed his signature toothy grin. "Hey, Dudes!" he cheered, offering a peace sign.

"What's up?" Cyborg greeted, Bumblebee's voice mumbling something in the background.

Raven waved dully. "Hi."

Robin and Starfire both looked into the small screen. "Hey," Robin moaned. "How are your vacations going?"

"SUPER!" Beast boy laughed. "I pressed some buttons, blew up some what's-a-ma-hoo-zits, and finally figured out that Steve and Rita are secretly in love...or something like that."

"Sounds like a bundle of laughs." Raven droned. "I'm just taking care of my mother. We don't really know what's wrong with her, but its something to do with magic mirrors and a talking hat."

"Ooh! Ooh! Can I wear it?" Beast boy cheered.

Raven twitched an eyebrow. "No." His face fell.

"Well, Bumblebee and I just finished taking a ride on a ski lift, and now were having some coco." Cyborg chimed in.

"Sounds like fun." Robin mused.

Starfire nodded eagerly. "Yes! It sounds most enjoyable!"

"Sure. How's everything with you guys?"

"Uh...pretty much the same as when you left."

"Pretty much, eh?"

"That means you must have kissed!"

Robin's face washed to a bloody color. "NO!"

"I assure you that we have not done anything like that." Starfire said blankly. Everyone shrugged. "It is simply…quieter around our dwellings."

"Whatever, man." Cyborg smirked. "We'll talk to you later."

"And even later than that!" Beast boy cackled.

Raven rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Beast boy."

"SEE YA!"

All the portions of the screen went black as Robin closed the device, tossing it carelessly onto the end of the bed. "Can't wait." he mumbled sarcastically. Starfire dangled her right leg over the edge of the mattress.

"That was most enjoyable sharing a conversation with our friends!" She giggled.

"If you call being tormented by a green kid fun, then yeah, it was a blast." Robin retorted.

Starfire sighed. "Robin..."

His attitude had certainly changed. He was very irritable this particular morning, and she began to feel the sensation of a bitter lump in her throat. She missed the old Robin, who smiled and laughed at least a few times a day. It was as if Raven's personality had overtaken over his soul. Starfire shuddered.

No matter how moody he was, she still loved him. She wasn't going to let go of that fact...

But perhaps there are more important things than holding onto a kite when you know the wind is going to take it.

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A/N: Like...please review! And no flames or else I'll...be...not...happy. Oooh...bad grammar. That oughta scare people. Haha. I personally really like the kite quote that I made up. But…just press the purple button already.

Xoxo,

PWG

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