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ELEVEN
Worlds Apart
She read thick tomes of ancient history and magical spells and incantations; he gawked over the latest models of mopeds and computer games in glossy magazine pages. She had mastered the art of meditation; he had mastered the art of using tofu in everything he cooked. It was more than a world that divided them, yet he had unexpectedly, miraculously even, climbed the mountains and crossed the seas and had discovered her in all her foreign splendour, and he fell in love with this unfamiliar.
She, of course, was ignorant. It wasn't so much the fact that she felt safe, cocooned in her own world, but because his was too far, too loud, too emotional, too hard to reach – and why try anyway, when she knew perfectly well the dangers involved in leaving the vacuum of self inside her to step into the unknown, the dangerous? So she stayed where she was, and it was he who made the long journey.
But the missed glances, the hesitant touches, the attempts to reach out to her and pull her out of her shell all failed. Still, he never gave up. He was always there whether she knew it or not: the invisible hand that brought her to her feet if she was felled by an adversary; the one who rammed into the enemy just before it attacked her; the one who always, always had his eye on her figure, sitting under the tree engrossed in a book even while he was desperately trying to win the game of Stankball. It had been him, all this while.
But she never knew.
It was only years later, when she wondered why he constantly got on her nerves, why she was perfectly fine with every member of the team except him, why she always never laughed at any of his jokes, why she tried so hard to be so mean to him.
It was because she was in love.
In love with this weird green boy, who would do anything just to see her smile – it was true – who would give up his life in exchange for that one day, one hour, one minute, one second in which she could feel pure happiness, and nothing else. No anger, no misery, no rage, no Trigon, no betrayal, no Malkior, no nothing. Perhaps not even him. Just to be happy.
And now she wishes she could turn back the hands of the clock to the time when the penny was pressed, searing, into her palm. She wishes for that moment to come again, so she can cling to it, and instead of being consumed entirely with fears of the prophecy and her father, she would take his hand, and hold it, if only for an instant.
Because now she is in love.
But he will never know.
A/N: Ah, it is one of those plotless stories that are filled with regret and sorrow. It's strange, I started this wanting to end it one way and it came out like this. It's personal.
Thanks to those who reviewed, we go from most recent to the oldest:
Agent of the Divine One – CONGRATULATIONS! You submitted the 60th review! Unfortunately, there isn't a years supply worth of , so all you get is an extra big THANK YOU!
Tammy Tambourine – Haha, yes, the chapter was pretty sweet, and I had fun writing about Beast Boy and the other Ravens. Such a change.
AureliusXsoul – Gee… I never had that in mind, that Beast Boy would make the rest of the Ravens fall in love with him. Actually, I believe they already are in love with him. But that's if you subscribe to the theory that Raven loves Beast Boy already. The idea has yet to come out into words, but do watch out for it!
El Queso de Malicioso – Ouch. "even if it's just a smirk"? Ouch.
acosta perez jose ramiro – Thank you for the review, I'm glad you liked the interactions between Beast Boy and all the other Ravens.
pimpofthetitans – What a name. I'm very glad you like the story so far, though, and thank you very much for the review!
Brig.Seth – No problem, you don't have to review at every chapter, but I'm glad you do so I know which ones you especially like!
silverxpearls – Thanks for the review! While, the show let BB in once, so I've done it again, but I think twice is enough. Haha.
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