I don't own Teen Titans.
This is inspired by "See You Again," and it goes along with the theory that Raven has an extended life, if not immortal.
I might make this a series, Raven's reactions to the other Titan's deaths.
Just going to point out that this is completely AU. I do not know how each Titan died in the comics (or even if they died).
Victor Stone was my best friend. Many thought that that title would be given to Starfire for her youthful exuberance, or Robin with his cool demeanor, or even Beast Boy for his constant pestering and attempting to see my smile. But Cyborg's easy-going heart and sharp mind made him the person I went to when I wanted to rage, or to vent, or to exchange witty comments.
Imagine my heartbreak when I learned of his death. He died three days after his beloved wife, Karen, who we all knew as Bumble Bee. There was noting wrong with him, nothing medical at least; I believe he died of a broken heart and a weary mind. That was just the type of person he was, very loyal and effected by his and others emotions, sometimes I though he was the empath instead of me. I saw the remaining Titans the day of his funeral, there are only three of the original Titans left. Starfire is still beautiful, even in old age; her skin is wrinkled and her hair is no longer the bright red orange that she was famous for, but her green eyes still sparkle with joy, even if there is less in there than when Robin was alive. Beast Boy is still very green; his voice no longer cracks when he speaks, and the laugh lines around his eyes tell of a happy life full of smiles. I didn't see him smile once at the funeral. Sometimes I forget that Cyborg had more than one best friend. His funeral was so solemn, he wouldn't have wanted us to be sad. He would have decided that we need to eat breakfast, even though it was the middle of the day. He would have gotten in an argumant with Beast Boy about meat vs tofu, and Starfire would be making some awful concotion that she would call pudding; there would be waffles, smiles, and loud yelling that would hurt my ears and cause me a headache, I would have loved it. But he won't do that. He can't. He never will again. He'll never yell Booyah! or work on his car. And I will never be able to thank him for all of the years of strength that he has given me, I will never be able to repay all the times he has given me solace in the form of allowing me to touch Baby or encouraged me to be happier.
The day of his funeral was one of the worst days of my life. It didn't rain or storm, it was just an average summer day, hot and sunny, almost as if his death was being mocked. I saw people I hadn't seen in years, Jinx was there, crying beside the Flash, who was sitting behind some really old guy in a suit who said his name was Oliver. It was a really beautiful ceremony. There was a minister, even though I wasn't aware that Victor was religious. He was buried right beside Karen, whose grave was still fresh. I helped lower his coffin into the ground; it felt so heavy, I thought it would crush me under its weight.
I hope that he is happy, where ever he is. I don't care if it is Heaven or Elysium or Valhalla, or if he is reborn as the son of a billionaire who loves him and protects him. If their isn't any afterlife, and its just darkness that he sees, I hope he feels how loved he was. I wish he knew how much he was valued, and how many people he meant so much to, how much he still means to them, to me.
I have had a long day, and I am suddenly realizing much I relied on our talks. I could tell him about how I played Stankball with Beast Boy (That thing has gotten grosser with age. Both the ball and its owner.) But it is okay, I will just tell him when I see him agin.