A/N:
Poll. In profile. Too tired to type anymore. Just read.
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Through the Fire
He grabbed her by the arm harshly. "I don't care for one second about whether you think you need me or not." Her glare would have sent any to tears as he continued, unaffected. "I'm still gonna be there. Not because you need me. But 'cuz I need you."
She tried to hide the smile tugging at her lips.
Confrontation
It was a war of words and insults, intending to get a point across without drawing blood. Still, they taunted one another to no end –with each opponent leaving with a hidden smile at the fun.
Seeing Red
She was in disbelief. Her mind could barely register what had happened, and her face became more stoic and pale than ever before. She couldn't cry. Could scream. Couldn't react. She watched as he painfully tried to take another breath, failing in the attempt.
And then, she saw red.
Unyielding, blinding fury built up in her at the sight before her.
And she did nothing to stop it.
Crowd
She had never been used to crowds, and she frequently became lost in one while trying to avoid being stepped on and the like. However, there was one stream of emotions –one distinct mind she could find without effort. She had never tasted a soul so full of hope before.
Hope for her own future, that is.
Mirror
He looked into the glass only to find a man he couldn't stand. One that was exactly the opposite of what she could want and exactly the man he would always be. No matter how much he could try to change.
Bad Luck
As the years passed and, against all reason, they became closer, it seemed they would 'catch' each other when they slipped in battle. It was an unspoken thing. A duty, one supposed. But, somehow, they each grew more unlucky with each passing day and neither apologized for it.
Do Not Disturb
He very well knew that whenever she had a book in hand or meditated it was a clear 'Do Not Disturb' sign. However, he found that he was much happier not being much of a reader.
Pretend
Beast boy stood dumbfounded as Raven laughed loudly, holding her stomach. Wiping a tear from her eye, she looked at him with a rare smile. "Gar, I don't care if you have an impressive vocabulary or if you read the books I do." His ears drooped. "I like you because you make me laugh when you try."
Tears
There were so many tears that she refused to allow him to wipe away. As far as she was concerned, she was happy pretending they didn't exist.
Music
His escape had always been music –large black headphones clamped onto his head shutting out all of reality for a few precious minutes. In was in those times that he tried to think of any possible way they had something in common -while, not far away, she would sit with her novels in a different world, wondering at the back of her mind the same things.