Hey everyone! Here's Chapter 30! I hope you enjoy!

This fanfic is almost completed. There's only a few chapters left. I'm currently working on a series of one shots that I hope to start uploading in the next month or two, and I have a few ideas towards larger pieces that I may begin soon.

Bbrae-4ever fanfics: Thank you! I thought that him lightening up the mood would be a good and welcomed change in mood. I was missing BBRae moments too. Although I find BBRae moments extremely difficult to write, I do love them. I'm actually working on a series of one shots right now that focuses on BBRae; it's very hard to do, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless. Thank you! :)

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It was odd for Beast Boy to live in Raven's room. He had been in there plenty of times, but he had never before taken up a permanent residence there. As soon as he and Cyborg had arrived at her room, Beast Boy entered and immediately found a shirt of his to cover up with. Not long after that, Raven returned to her room with two mugs of herbal tea in hand. Cyborg then left the couple alone to attend to his own bacon-y needs.

Raven handed one of the herbal teas to Beast Boy, keeping the other for herself. They both sat on the bed as they silently sipped at their warm drinks. Beast Boy was never much of a tea drinker; he found the beverage to be bitter yet tasteless. But, being with Raven, he had gotten somewhat used to drinking it on occasion. Although he still wasn't a big fan of the taste, he found that it could help him to calm down whenever he got too stressed or excited.

"So, how are you feeling?" Raven asked him as she neared the end of her drink.

"Fine, I guess. Not really all too sore anymore," he responded as he took another sip of his drink. He wasn't sure what kind of tea this was, but he suspected that it was some sort of floral mixture.

"That's good. I'm surprised you're not in more pain, considering your injury," she said as she set her mug down on the nightstand table next to her bed. "How are you feeling otherwise? Emotionally?"

"I don't really know," he admitted, not wanting to have the same conversation with her that he had had with Cyborg not even an hour ago. He absolutely hated talking about his emotions.

"I can sense that you're in a lot of pain," Raven started, her empathic abilities picking up a lot from the green boy beside her. "You feel confused, and you're experiencing a great deal of sorrow, but it's deeper than that."

Beast Boy simply looked at her, his expression proving what she just said to be true. He took another sip of the flowery tea and set the now empty mug down.

"I feel so…exposed," Beast Boy said, his voice barely audible. Had Raven's room not been so quiet, his words would have been lost.

"How so?" Raven questioned. It's not as if they hadn't known about his struggle prior to his attempt, so she didn't understand what he meant.

"You guys were never supposed to know. I wanted to keep it secret, but once it came out, I felt like it all came out really, really fast. It was…it is…overwhelming. You weren't supposed to see this side," Beast Boy explained, refusing to meet Raven's eyes with his own.

Raven gently set her hands on each of Beast Boy's cheeks and drew his face to meet hers. She gave him a light peck on the lips before lifting his head so that they could maintain eye contact.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad it came out. And I'm glad it came out the way it did, rather than us finding your lifeless body dangling and finding out that way," she started, "There's nothing wrong with having those who love and care about you knowing about this side of you. It's one thing to keep secrets, but that is not something that you should keep secret. I understand how exposed you feel. I felt the same way when the ordeal with my father happened. But letting you all know about it and help me with it allowed me to heal and accept that side of me. Perhaps the same goes for you. I cannot and will not say I understand what you're going through, because I don't, but I do know that it will get better. The darkness won't stay forever."

Beast Boy remained silent. He had this look in his eye that Raven recognized as deep thought. His body was incredibly tense, and she could feel his muscles shaking ever so slightly. She glanced down at his arms that were resting on his lap. He had his sleeve pulled up about an inch and he slowly scraping the sharp edge of his nail against the skin. Most of the scrapes she saw were just scratches, but a few had broken skin and were now faintly bleeding. She removed one of the hands from his cheek and set it down on his hand. He stopped scraping immediately and grew tenser.

"Please, don't do that," she said quietly. She removed his hand from his arm and examined the shallow wounds. Before he could protest, she encased that part of his arm in her light blue energy and healed it.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking a bit as he hung his head in shame.

Raven pulled him closer to her. She rested his head on her chest and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. She could feel his warmth radiating out from his body and could hear his steady heartbeat.

"Why do you do that?" Raven asked him. "Why do you hurt yourself?"

"It helps," Beast Boy replied, feeling Raven's chest rise and fall underneath his cheek.

"How does it help?" she asked, genuinely interested. She couldn't fathom how intentionally hurting yourself could be in any way helpful.

"Something about it helps get rid of the pain. It's like I feel this pressure, and if I don't cut, then it keeps getting worse and worse," he explained to her.

"So it acts as a release?" she asked him, and he nodded. "Perhaps there's other ways to release that pressure and pain you feel?"

"I can't find anything that helps," he mumbled.

"I'm sure there's something out there that can help. It won't be the same, and it may not seem like it helps, but it just may be enough to get you through," she offered.

"I don't know," he mumbled even lower.

She could feel his sadness increase as the conversation continued. She could feel him grow more and more hopeless, and more and more desperate for a release. She knew if she continued to pursue this conversation at the moment, it could really hurt him. She began to rub his back to comfort him. After a minute or so of doing this in silence, she pulled him down onto the bed and laid down next to him. She gave him a peck on the cheek as she rested her arm over his chest, pulling his body closer to hers.

"That's okay. We have all the time in the world to keep searching. We'll figure this out together. You're not alone," she said softly into his ear.

She remembered all the times throughout the years when he would comfort her whenever she felt alone. He was always there for her in her time of need. Now, it was her turn to be there for him in his time of need. She was going to make sure he made it through this alive and well. He deserved happiness, whether he believed so or not.