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Chapter 4:

Six months had passed since the funeral. I had emerged from my room after the first week, at Manhunters insistance. I still kept to myself, though I ate and trained around others. Afterwards I would meditate for an hour or two. Meditation was important to me. It was calming, and helped me keep the rage inside of me at bay. Nightwing extended several invitations to train with him and the other Titans, but I refused them all. After the first month, he stopped asking. My life continued quietly, and I found that I was beginning to make some progress in keeping the rage at bay. While I wasn't prone to atatck anyone normally, I now found that it was less noticable, that I had to push it back less, and when I did, it was easier than it had been before. I was mildly surprised when sometime after the six month mark had passed, I heard my doorbell ring. A moment later, a voice sounded through my intercom. "I-It is Starfire. May I come in, Nick?" I pushed a button to open the door, and she walked inside. "Hello Starfire," I greeted her. "Sit anywhere you'd like." She sat down in a chair, and said, "Friend Nick, it has been many months since we have last seen you. I can not speak for the others, but I am sure they share my feelings when I say that I miss you terribly. Will you not rejoin us for the hanging out and the good times?" I sighed, and shook my head, causing her to look even sadder than she already did. "Starfire, when I began this isolation, I had no intention of returning to the team," I explained to her. She perked up slightly, and said, "You said you HAD no intention of returning, but there must be some way, correct? Some way to persuade you to return?"

"What would you have me do, Starfire," I asked. "I love the Titans. I loved being a part of them. That's why I can't go back. I can't watch as I destroy them from the inside, slowly killing them off member by member." Starfire opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off. "No, Starfire. That's what's happening. And it's not because I'm better, or stronger than any of you. I'm not. It's because you trust me. All of you trust me to watch your back and keep you safe, while you do the same for me. Because of that trust, should I snap again, I'd have the element of surprise. The other option right now is that none of you trust me. And if you don't trust me, there's no point in being there anyways. We'd be unable to work together. Mistakes would be made."

Tears formed in Starfires eyes, but she nodded, and quietly said, "I understand. You are afraid that you are not yet strong enough. But you can not do everything by yourself, friend Nick. We can help you if you let us." A brief pause, and then, "Please let me ask you something. If you can answer it to my satisfaction, I will leave and not ask you to join us again." I nodded my consent, and she continued. "Why is it that you can be around others, train with others, others who will mock you and say hurtful things, and yet you will not come near us?"

"I told you. The Titans are my weak spot. I can train around anyone else, and handle the rage. I grow stronger from the experiences," I told her. But Starfire shook her head. "But the same could be said of us. We could help you even more, if we are truly your weakness, as you claim. Yet you do not trust that we can handle the situation."

"It's myself that I don't trust," I corrected her.

"We have all said and done things we regret," she said. "Things we wish we could undo. It is hard to do the forgiving of yourself, but if you can not, you will always be a broken man. You can not beat Slade if you are broken. I think that is what he wants. He does not want you to realize that it was not you who killed Jinx." I looked up at her sharply, but when I opened my mouth she held up a hand. "It was your body that did the killing," she admitted, "but it was Slade who made the killing happen. He pulled the strings in a way you could not prevent. You were not strong enough then. Nightwing told me everything. Jinx did not blame you because she likely realized this. It is time you did as well. You must admit to yourself that you are not to blame."

I sat there silently for quite some time, and after a while, I sighed. I could not refute her words. For months I had been trying to blame myself, trying to use it as a reason to get stronger. It was so stupid of me, when there was such a better reason right in front of my face. Slade had taken something precious from me. Something I could never get back. All this time I had been dodging the truth, and my responsibility to make him pay for his crimes. It was time to own up to my feelings, including my greatest fear. That fear was facing Raven. After all that had happened that day, I was fearful that she'd be very unforgiving. Starfire was way ahead of me, however. "I see your thoughts clearly on your face, friend Nick," she told me. "Do not fear, everyone waits to welcome you back, Raven included. You will see. Come, let us rejoin the others." I nodded, and together we made our way to where the other Titans waited. They were training, though it came to a stop as soon as we entered. They gathered a few feet from me, and Starfire left my side to rejoin the group. "I messed up," I admitted. Heads bobbed in agreement. "But I can't run anymore," I continued. "I need your help to fix this problem. I need to get past this, to control this so that Slade can't ever use it against me again. If I want this to work I can't stop until the problem is gone. No more running, and no more excuses. I know that you can take me down if I lose control, and I trust you to do that until I can trust myself." Nightwing sighed. "I'm glad you've come to your senses," he said. "We're going to help you beat this, and then we're going to help you beat Slade." I let out a sigh of relief. I had been worried that they would turn me away. "I'm not going to lie, this will probably get messy," Nightwing told me. "But we'll make sure we do it right this time." We began by sitting down together as a group and talking. I told them all of the things that bugged me, all of the things that made me angry. I showed them every button that I knew could be pushed, and they listened intently. Nightwing and Cyborg actually took notes. The plan was simple, really. Combine intense training with psychological warfare, to try and stress me out and make me snap. Rinse and repeat until I could keep control. Raven would be resuming my meditation sessions, though she would increase the pace of those lessons as much as possible. Before we began, Starfire floated over to me, and took my hands in hers. "Please forgive me for what I will do, friend Nick," she pleaded. "It is for your own good." I smiled at her. "I understand," I assured her. "Please do what you have to do."

The training was more brutal than I could have imagined. The Titans were relentless in the seemingly endless combat training, and the days seemed to be filled with pain. It made the meditation even more difficult to manage, at first, but after the first week, I began to see results. While at first I snapped and became enraged quickly as they taunted and provoked me, after that first week my temper flared a little less often, and I began to find calming myself more managable. There was an almost tangible tension in the air, however. We were racing against the clock. Slade still had the Ionized Echo Cannon, and there was no telling when it would be ready. In the middle of our fourth week of training, Batman appeared, beckoning to Nightwing. The training stopped immeditately, and Nightwing called out for a five minute break. "If I'm not back in five, keep going," he ordered. We took a seat as he conversed quietly with Batman. It was a mistake. I immediately felt the onslaught of exhaustion when I sat. The training had been nearly nonstop, save for an hour of meditating and a few hours of sleep each day. I knew it was part of the plan, and it was necessary, but I could feel the effects now that I'd given my body time to catch up. Nightwing did not return within the five minutes, and I forced myself up as the training resumed. My movements were sluggish, and my reactions were too slow. I found myself on the ground, struggling to rise. I could not. I faintly heard one of the Titans call out to Nightwing, who rushed over. He was speaking, but I couldn't hear the words as I slipped into unconsciousness. I awoke in the infirmary, with an IV attached to my arm. I noticed Raven in the corner. She had been reading a book, but was now staring at me. "Don't get up," she ordered. "You need to rest before we begin again." I didn't argue with her. I felt weaker than I'd ever felt in my life. "Batman had good news," she told me. "Slade tried to use the cannon. It blew up. That gives us more time." She got up and walked over to me. "Nightwing wanted me to tell you that your progress has been good," she remarked. "Your powers are getting stronger as you learn to control them." As I'd learned to control myself, and harness my rage, I'd discovered that I could focus my power around the weapon I was using, enveloping it in an energy that enhanced its destructive force. "Your training is going to slow down now," she told me. "We have more time, there's no need to run you ragged like this anymore. That means you'll have free time. Today is Monday. By Wednesday you should be back to normal. That means you have until Thursday to get ready." I gave her a confused look. "Am I not training again until Thursday," I asked. She sighed and said, "You are. But on Thursday you'll be taking me out on a date," she said sternly. "Make sure you're ready, and have a suitable place picked out." I nodded silently, not really sure how to answer her. It was a pleasant surprise, but I was still shocked by it. She turned and walked off, disappearing through the wall. I was left with my thoughts, resting for the remainder of the day.

I spent every moment not devoted to training Tuesday and Wednesday with my friends. Most of that time was spent jointly with Starfire and Supergirl, with moments in between finding new friends amongst the heroes. We wandered malls and played in arcades, and ate meals at resturaunts. During that time I discovered a small resturaunt that I thought would suit Ravens tastes, and committed it to memory. All things considered, it was nice to be able to feel... normal again. I knew that the feeling wouldn't last, and I relished it. Suddenly I understood that the heroes I worked beside must feel the same way. There was so much work to be done, and so little time for yourself, that those small moments pretending you were just an average Joe were precious. I actually laughed out loud at the thought of it, startling my two companions. To the ordinary person, being a hero seemed so fantastic, something anyone would want. But to the hero, just being ordinary was a dream. Not because we wanted to stop doing what we did, but because we hoped for a day when we wouldn't need to. With that in mind, I focused on enjoying the time I had. That time seemed to fly, filled as it was with activity. Soon enough Thursday arrived, and Raven met me outside my room. I was quite nervous, and with good reason. I'd been hoping for this since almost the day I'd met her, and now that she was giving me a chance, I was afraid I would screw it up somehow. I offered her my hand as we began to walk, but she shook her head. "Slowly," she murmered softly. I understood, and we walked side by side towards the nearest teleporter, chatting about recent event in the hero community. As we approached the teleporter, we were passed by a man with black hair, a dark blue trench coat, and no facial features. After a moment, he turned to face us. "It's you," he addressed me. "I must say, I was expecting someone taller, from all the stories. Still, size isn't everything, as they say. I've begun to investigate Slade, with all his recent commotion. Can you guess why?" I thought about it for a few moments before shaking my head. He wasted no time in continuing. "Slade is a mercenary," he elaborated. "Never does anything for free unless it benefits him greatly. So why is he doing all this? I've got to know why, and if I know why, maybe we can stop all this madness. Talk of destroying cities and all that, then his toy blows up. Very dangerous, very suspicious. But lucky, now I've got more time. Got to go, keep your eyes and ears open." He departed, taking the teleporter down to Earth. We walked onto the pad together, teleporting to Metropolis, and I lead her to the resturaunt I'd picked out. It was dimly lit, yet not depressingly so. Raven took a moment to look around before following the waiter to our table. Upon viewing the menu she said, "Not bad, for a blind guess. I'll have to help you learn more of my preferences after this." I was relieved, and it probably showed. "That would help," I admitted. "I don't know you as well as I should in those regards." We took our time ordering, and the silence grew heavy. My thoughts began to stray, and she picked up up on it almost immediately. After studying me for a few moments, she said, "You're thinking about her again, aren't you?" I looked at her, startled. "Yeah," I acknowledged. "It's been hard not to."

"The others too," she queried. I nodded briefly. She sighed, and said softly, "How many?"

"Four," I told her. She leaned towards me. "Don't let the guilt control you, and don't let it consume you," she advised. "It's not easy, I know. But you have to get past it and put the blame where it belongs." I sighed. "Most of it is Slades," I said, "but some of it is mine, and it will always belong to me. I own that, and I always will."

"Good," she said. "Just as long as you can live with it." Soon after the waiter returned to take our orders, and our date continued. We talked about training, recent crime activity, and books. It was pleasant enough, and when it was over she told me in her usual dry tone that it was 'satisfactory' and that we should make time to do it again sometime. I told her I would do my best, and she nodded, knowing that it was the best promise I could offer with our lifestyle. Then she grabbed my hand briefly, thanked me softly, and left. Raven could be hard to read, especially if you didn't know how much she had to keep her emotions in check. It was a big gesture, in her case, and I knew it. The steps towards a normal relationship, or as close as we could get, were small and taken slowly at first. Slow was fine by me. I knew that she would let me know in some way or another when she wanted to take another step. I walked to my room and sat on my bed for a few moments, clearing my head, then I activated my comm system and called Batman. He sent a quick reply that he would call back soon. I could tell by the background noise that he was fighting. Ten minutes later his call came, and I answered it. "Nick, what did you need," he asked.

"I need a custom suit, Bruce," I told him plainly. "I know you're not a one-stop shop, but you are the best I know of when it comes to this sort of thing." Batman chuckled. "I wondered when you'd get around to wearing another outfit. I'll come to the Watchtower and meet you, we can work out the specifics." He cut the transmission, and I left my room to meet him in the R&D section. It didn't take him long to find me. He pulled up a holographic display and began to ask me questions about what I wanted in the suit, jotting down notes as I talked. I told him that I didn't know the technical terms he needed, and he knew I wasn't nearly as tech savvy as he was, so he waved me on. I told him that I needed something in the boots to enhance jumping power and absorb shock from landings. Some sort of light armoring, but not enough to hamper movement, of course. I asked for an earpiece for communication, and a belt with a few pouches for equipment, such as small explosives and the like. He began designing it on the display, and I liked what I saw. The suit was armored much like his own, though to a lesser degree. Aesthetically, it somewhat resembled a more armored version of Nightwings outfit, though the coloring was different, and there was no face mask. The suit was a light grey, with red lines forming an X on the chest, then continuing to swirl around my arms and legs, looking somewhat like a double helix pattern. "You come up with a new codename to go with this yet," he asked. I shook my head."Think on that," he said. "Can't be Berserker forever." He touched the earpiece, and it expanded into a thin visor. "I'll design this from durable nanotech," he told me. "It will provide several types of vision, should the need arise." He told me that the suit would be ready within the week, and quickly left, too quickly for me to even thank him. I went back to my room and slept, waking to a knock on my door in the morning. I threw on some clothes and groggily answered the door. It was Supergirl. "Kara," I greeted her, "What's up?" I wondered briefly if there was an emergency. "Some of us are going out," she told me. "I wanted to know if you wanted to come."I blinked, pausing for a moment, and told her I would, ducking back inside to redress before emerging again.

'Some of us' turned out to be a group of six girls, including Supergirl. They were likely all superheroes, as some of them were clearly metahuman or more. Almost immediately, I felt something was not quite right. Her friends seemed surprised, even a bit confused, at my being there. The conclusion I came to was that this had been an all girls outing originally. So why had I been brought along? I looked over at Supergirl, but she seemed oblivious to the situation, and I began to feel awkward and out of place. As we went on our way around the mall, it was clear that I was not the only one who felt this way. Her friends remained polite, but quiet, not comfortable enough around me to talk normally, but not uncomfortable enough to ask me to leave. Finally, after the third hour, I was saved by my communication device beeping. I held back a sigh of relief as I pulled it out. It was Nightwing. I excused myself to answer it. I was late for training. I told Nightwing that I would be with them shortly, and walked back to the group. "I have to go, I'm late for training," I told them. "Have fun with the rest of your day." I left the mall and found a secluded spot before calling the Watchtower for a teleport. Once there, I wasted no time joining the Titans. For a while, I found myself trying to figure out why I'd been included by Supergirl earlier, but after some time I decided it was better to simply forget about it for the time being. When training was finished, we decided go out for dinner as a group. Having the entire team there was something I rarely experienced, but I was sure that it was nothing new to them. I enjoyed the time, but I couldn't focus. My mind would drift back to the events of the morning, trying to solve the mystery. Inevitably I would be snapped back to reality by one of the others, and though most of them didn't seem to give it much thought, Raven gave me a look that told me she knew there was something going on. She didn't comment on it until afterwards, when we had a few moments alone. I promised her I would tell her what was wrong when I'd had more time to think on it, and she seemed satisfied with that. I went home and went to bed.

I didn't get much sleep, however. After only an hour, I woke to a knock at the door. I sighed, hoping idly that this wouldn't become a normal occurence, then pulled some clothes on and answered the door, revealing Supergirl. "Hey," she said. She seemed nervous. "I wanted to apologize for this morning," she explained. "The girls really gave me hell for that. It was a spur of the moment thing, and they felt really awkward, and they said they could tell you did too." She stopped to take a breath, then said, "Anyway, I'm really sorry about that. I want to make it up to you, so come with me, okay?" I shrugged, and motioned for her to lead on. I followed her to a teleportation pad, and she punched in her destination. I found myself on a mountainside. The view was nice, even if it was a bit cold. I looked at her questioningly, and she said, "I wanted to show you something not many people get to see. You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course," I told her.

She smiled and stepped in close. "Good. Now hold onto me tight," she instructed. Once I had my arms firmly around her waist, she said, "We're going up now, so don't let go." And up we went, shooting into the clear night sky quickly. Soon I found myself gazing down at the planet, and although I knew we were close to leaving the atmosphere completely, I had no difficulty breathing. I wasn't cold, either. I looked around, taking everything in. "Don't lean too far," she warned. "You're safe when we're really close, but it doesn't extend far." I grew very still at her words, and she said, "Clark calls it our personal aura. It covers our clothes and anything really close." She started a slow turn. "I figured that this would make up for this morning. Can't get a better view anywhere else." I took a deep breath as I took in the view for a few more seconds before saying, "Can't argue with that. Speaking of this morning, what was that all about?" She sighed and I could swear she blushed, though I couldn't say for sure. "I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends. I got excited about it and forgot that it was supposed to be just the girls." I hmmed and said, "I hope they don't hold it against me. It wasn't my intention to make their morning so awkward."

"No," she assured me. "They actually like you, but they were pretty steamed at me. They let me have it pretty good after you left." We began a slow descent towards the ground. I said nothing as we dropped, watching the view as we grew closer. After a few minutes, we touched down, and she took a step back. "That was something I never thought I'd see," I told her. "Thank you. It was wonderful." Her smile was brilliant, and I still remember it. "Anytime," she said. "Seriously, if you want to see it again, just let me know." She looked up as she signaled for our return to the Watchtower. The week slipped by, and then the next, filled to the brim with activity, as I tried to fill every moment not spent training, on missions, or sleeping with my friends. I did get to know some of the girls from that morning, mostly through more outings with Supergirl. I didn't see Supergirl during the third week. I didn't think much of it, because time was in short supply for everyone. I asked Raven out again, and late in the third week we found the time. To this day, it's still a bittersweet memory for me. For Raven too, I think.

For this date, Raven chose the restaurant. She quietly pointed out a few small things about it she liked, and some of her favorite dishes on the menu. I tried to commit them to memory as we ordered. We spent much of our time talking, as we did during our first date. This time we discussed the discovery made during our training. My powers had revealed more applications during the last few weeks. Nightwing had brought a new explosive device, and it had been more powerful than he had anticipated. Shrapnel had gone in every direction, and Raven had been quick in her attempt to keep the explosion contained, but we had all been caught by suprise. I remember feeling very desperate as I watched the large chunks of metal racing towards my friends and I. I closed my eyes, expecting the worst, but instead heard clanging as the shrapnel hit the ground. When I opened them, I saw a fading blue glow surrounding them. I would have never expected it, given the violent nature of my powers, but we had discovered that I could shield others from harm. We began testing the range and power of the barrier when I had grown accustomed to using the new aspect of my power. Raven and I discussed ways to synergize our respective defensive powers while we waited for our meals. We had just finished eating when our communicators sounded. We answered it, and Nightwings face appeared. "We've found one of Slades bases," he told us. "We're leaving as soon as you can get ready." I quickly paid for our meal, and Raven wasted no time in teleporting us to the Watchtower. We got ready, and as a team we headed for the base. Nightwing broke into a side entrance, and we went in, then down, under the streets. Almost immediately we recognized a familiar problem. The maze like structure seemed to herd us in a single direction, some doors not even being locked. It was just the last time. Nightwing swore as he called us to a halt in a large room. "I'm not even sure Slade is in here," he remarked. "He definitely wants US here though. The question is, why?" A cold chuckle rang through the room as if in answer. I looked around, alarmed, and spotted an intercom in the corner of the room, next to a camera. Slades voice came through it, sounding mocking, and almost bored. "I'd be happy to answer that question, Robin. Pardon me. I meant Nightwing." Nightwing gritted his teeth, and his hand formed a tight fist. "The truth is," Slade continued, "is that I wanted you to see the little show I set up for you Titans. I think you'll enjoy it." One of the walls slid up, revealing a large window. I touched it, hoping it was glass. No such luck. I took my hand off of it as the wall slid higher, revealing what was in the room beyond. The room was bathed in a soft green glow, emanating from the large green crystalline lance attached to a machine. I recognized it for what it was. Kryptonite. I recognized it because strapped to a chair a few feet in front of it was Supergirl. "Stop this, Slade," I demanded, looking at the camera. "There's no reason for this." Slade laughed in response. "Of course there is," he said once the laughter died down. "It will hurt you. That's reason enough for me. But never let it be said that I'm unreasonable. I'll offer you a deal. Join me and I'll shut down the machine and free her. Refuse and she dies." I looked back at Supergirl, my face becoming a mask of desperation. She shook her head slightly, and I understood. Desperation became sorrow, and my throat tightened with grief as I shook my own head. "No," I answered, my voice harsh. "If I became your pawn, you'd only order me to kill my friends, probably Supergirl too." I glanced back at Supergirl as I spoke, noting the tears on her cheeks, and her look of relief mixed with terror. "Besides," I continued, "it's not what she would want. No deal, Slade. Not ever." I heard Slade sigh, as the machine began to inch closer to Supergirl. "Well, you're not wrong," he admitted, "but it's still a shame. We could have had such fun together." My eyes were glued to Supergirl as the machine finally stopped, just inches away. "Slade, please," I begged. "Don't do this."

"Goodbye, Nick," he answered. The intercom shut off with a click, and Supergirl screamed as the lance shot forward into her, piercing her heart. A boom came from the machine, and a shockwave shot down the lance, shattering it into tiny pieces, and hurtling them forward towards her. They didn't penetrate far, but I knew that the damage had been done. The portion of the lance inside Supergirl had also shattered, and I knew with certainty that they had ripped through her heart before scattering through her body. She slumped forward, and I watched with horror as she took her last breaths before going still. The room was silent for a moment as we all processed what had happened. "No." I whispered it softly, but every heard turned towards me. "No." A second time, louder and more desperate as I tried to deny the reality before me. "Noooooo!" The third time came out as a scream, and more. As I began to scream, my grief and rage extending the word before turning into a sound of pure agony, blue and red lit up the room. As my team was shielded by my powers, those same powers began to lash out at everything around me in small flashes of red. Including me. I had let this happen. Starfire raised a hand to her mouth, tears running down her face as she watched those flickers of red lacerate the room and my body. As the walls were gouged, and cuts appeared all over me, seconds ticked by, seeming to become hours. Then the pain stopped. It took me a moment to take in the reason why. As red, angry slashes of power tried to break through the blue that now surrounded me, I noticed a pair of arms around my waist. Raven held me tightly, helping me weather the storm raging around me. Even subconsciously, I refused to risk hurting her. Knowing that, she had gone out of her comfort zone to stop me from the punishment I dealt myself. The screams subsided, becoming broken sobs. I felt more arms surrounding me, and as a team we grieved. Some more stoically, and some with abandon.I don't know how long we stood there, taking comfort in each others arms. I do know, that when we separated, we knew what needed to be done. Together we went through the rest of the base to find a way to her body. I carried it as Nightwing, his voice cracking, requested our retrieval from Watchtower. I could barely see as I walked through the halls, to the central room. To Superman. I'll never, in all my life, forget the the look on his face as we walked through the door. The kryptonite imbedded in Supergirls body was no danger to him, but even if it were, I think he would have held her anyways. After his tears had died, he spoke one word. "How?" My answer was also one word. "Slade." He nodded. There was no need for further explanation.

For days, he locked himself up. No one saw Superman until the funeral. I wondered if this was going to be how my life went. A series of funerals. Most of the League was rocked on their heels just by the fact that it had happened. A Super had died. No one had ever thought that it would really happen one day. Yet, it had. The funeral lasted for hours. Almost everyone in the League attended, even if they didn't give a speech. Afterwards, I began a slow walk to my room. I didn't make it that far. Superman was waiting for me, and motioned for me to follow him. As I entered his room, I noticed how large it was. It took me a moment to realize why. Supergirl had lived here, too. Their space was large, almost the size of a single story house. It even had a garden. "I'm sorry," I began, but he held a hand up to stop me. "It's not your fault," he said softly. "That's not what this is about. I have something Kara would have wanted you to have." He handed me a small column that I knew held data of some sort. "She recorded some things on here, and one is addressed for you. Watch it, and you'll understand." He pointed me towards his console, and I popped it in. I had a feeling he'd already seen it. A video began to play. Supergirl was sitting on a stool, in the garden. "Nick," she began, "if you're seeing this, I'm probably either dead or close enough that Clark will give this to you. He's always telling me we need to prepare for that, that it isn't impossible. And if you're watching me now, I guess he was right." She shifted on her stool, then continued. "You see, I've found someone that I think is the one for me. I told Clark, but he's sure it's just a crush. But it isn't. I've had crushes, and any other little passing phase you could name. This isn't that." She smiled, that same brilliant smile from before. "It's you. You've probably figured that out. But don't worry. I never planned to ruin anything for you. I know you're with someone. So I'll stay here, and take what I can get. We'll be friends, forever if that's what it takes. Maybe one day I'll have a chance. Maybe I already had it." The smile disappeared. "I can't tell you not to be sad. I know you better than that. But don't let it last forever. Remember that what we've had already was wonderful. I'd never trade that, not for anything. I want you to remember me that way forever, okay?" Supermans voice could be hear calling for her, and she turned away, yelling "Coming!" She turned back, and smiled one last time. "Don't forget me, okay?" The video ended and the screen went blank. I felt Supermans arm on my shoulder. I couldn't tell if he was trembling, or if I was. "She was so happy when she told me." His voice was strained. "Keep that, she wanted you to have it." He walked away, and I went home to my room. I watched it until I couldn't see the picture anymore. I watched it until my body was worn out, and my tears were replaced by darkness.