Hey, so can you guys believe this is chapter ten? It's so exciting! Usually I try to make the (10/20/30/40 etc.) chapters special, but I wrote this one before I realized we were already at the tenth chapter and I didn't really want to rewrite it, so it isn't exactly. . . special. As always, thank you so much to all who reviewed. You guys are totally awesome. My replies are at the bottom. But anyways I hope you all enjoy. Oh, and I hope everyone had a happy fourth of July. Mine was fantastic, in case anyone was wondering. Yeah. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. I do not own the Titans. Thank you,

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Robin just had to appear at the most inconvenient times didn't he? He just stood there for a moment, his mouth slightly agape, and I knew behind his mask, his blue eyes were wide. His expression made me slightly uncomfortable and I was already uncomfortable enough in the stupid dress.

"What?" I snapped, still not happy thanks to that X dude. One normal, uneventful day. That's all I want. Just one.

"You, you're, the dress, y-you," he stuttered, causing me to raise my eyebrows. This was the first time I had seen Robin so . . . flustered. It was actually almost cute. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't in the best of spirits, and his wide-eyed gaze was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Yes, it is a dress. Haven't you seen one before?" I retorted sarcastically. I stood up. His arrival made leaving so much more appealing. This was the first I had seen of him since he had revealed his eyes to me and it was still too weird. I felt like I had been let in on a secret only because I cheated, and it was making me slightly guilty. Okay, maybe a little more than slightly. As hard as I tried to ignore it, the guilt and uneasiness wouldn't seem to leave me alone for more than five minutes.

"Well yes, but not on you," he answered, sounding more like himself, no stuttering this time. He was still kind of gawking and there was a tiny, barely noticeable blush on his cheeks. "You look amazing," he complimented, making it my turn to blush. He was making it hard to stay angry . . . Then I remembered X, and how screwed up my life was thanks to Robin and his friends. The anger flared back up, like adding fuel to a fire.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily. Robin frowned, his brows furrowing together.

"What do you mean?" he questioned. Either he was a damn good actor, or he was honestly confused. I straightened up, my bare feet firmly planted on the ground, my anger taking control. It pushed away my guilt and confusion, replacing it with more fury.

"What do you want from me?" I yelled, my voice echoing in the deserted area. Robin now seemed nervous and kept glancing around as things began to vibrate. I had not known that earthquakes happened here, but considering that the ground was not splitting open, I ignored the tremors. "Answer me!" I yelled, bringing his attention back to me. He just stared at me for a moment with concern before answering.

"I want you to remember," he answered, sounding surprisingly cam and sincere. His answer, however, made me want to laugh, and not in the good way. He wanted me to remember. Tyler wanted me to remember. I had thought that I had wanted to remember. If I remembered, then, I would be me again, right? But what if my mind was trying to send me a clue? There must have been some reason I didn't remember. What if I didn't want to remember? And another thing! I was tired of everyone telling me what to do, what to remember! None of them understood. Not a single one of them.

"What if I don't?" I asked, the words coming out somewhere between a yell and a hiss. Surprise was evident on his face. I was surprised as well. Surprised with myself for actually saying what I felt, even though I didn't believe that that was how I should be feeling.

"What?" he asked, taking a cautious step closer to me. Suddenly the quake increased in strength, actually making him stumble a bit. Surprisingly enough, I was still standing solid, the quake not affecting my balance.

"Everyone keeps trying to force me to remember whatever it is they want me too, but there has to be a reason I don't remember anything!" I yelled, winds beginning to pick up to near storm levels. "Nobody asks how I feel or what I want! They just tell me how I should feel, how I used to feel. What I should want and what I used to want!" I continued, letting it out, all my frustration over my stupid situation. Robin stood up straight, seemingly determined, and walked over to me quickly, before another tremor could knock him over. Taking hold of both my arms, his eyes bore into mine.

"What do you want?" he yelled over the wind, which was now at roaring volumes. Suddenly the quake stopped and the wind died down. I just stared at him surprised.

"What?" I asked.

"What do you want?" he asked again, softer this time, though his eyes were afire. What did I want . . . Nobody had ever asked me that. I looked down at my hands, trying to figure out the answer. I had longed to be asked this exact question, but now that I had been, I was having a hard time actually deciding what I truly wanted. I took a deep breath.

"I want to be left alone," I answered quietly after thinking for a little while. Almost instantly his hands left my arms, making my head snap up. His face, which had always been open to me, was blank. A single tear spilled from under his mask, running down his cheek.

"As you wish," he said softly, his voice pained. He then turned and walked away, being the third boy to leave me completely confused and alone that night.

I slid into the steaming tub, listening to the hushed whispers of Cecelia and Darla in my bedroom. I had come home in a bit of a daze and somehow avoided all the questions I knew everyone wanted to ask me. I closed my eyes and slid deeper into the tub until it was nearly up to my chin.

"Been looking for you,"

"Well you found me," I replied dryly, not turning to see who it was. Even if I had not recognized his voice, which was next to impossible, our bond let me know whenever he was near. At one time I had been tempted to get rid of it. It was weird having someone know how you were feeling almost always. But when I had mentioned severing it to him, he looked at me like I was insane and had asked why in the world I would do that. And I never considered getting rid of it again. I kept staring at the waves, which kept drawing closer to my spot on the beach.

"What happened today wasn't your fault," he reminded. I shrugged, inside knowing that if I hadn't flubbed up, that little boy wouldn't be in the hospital. "It could have happened to any of-"

"I don't want to talk about it," I interrupted. He walked up, standing next to me.

"Why are you out here all by your lonesome?" he questioned. I felt his eyes watching me, but I just continued staring at the waves.

"I want to be left alone," I answered simply, my monotone voice sounding empty even to me.

"No you don't," he argued easily, plopping himself down next to me. My head swiftly turned to face him. My eyes met his masked ones and my heart skipped a beat. Stupid heart. A small knowing smile graced his lips as he watched me. Instead of saying anything, I just turned back to the water, going in and out with some kind of rhythm. "Raven, you don't want to be alone," he continued, his voice gentle. I blinked, already knowing that if I wasn't careful, I would start crying. "And you don't have to be," he finished. I couldn't contain them. Tears spilled down my cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, and in another situation, I would have probably pushed him away, but all I did was rest my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

"It was my fault. I should have been paying better attention," I argued into his shirt.

"People make mistakes, Raven," he murmured into my hair. "If it hadn't been for you, that little boy wouldn't even be alive right now. Nobody blames you. In fact, his mother asked me to tell you how grateful she was to you. I'm serious Raven. Nobody blames you, but you," he continued, his voice soothing, slowing my tears a bit. I thought about what he said in silence, listening to the waves. He let me cry myself out against him and when I finally couldn't cry anymore, I untangled myself from him, standing up, putting distance between us.

"Thank you," I murmured, wrapping my arms around myself. It wasn't the same.

"Anytime," he answered, smiling up at me.

"Though I must say, you don't listen very well," I teased, trying to get myself away from this serious conversation.

"That's because I know you. You didn't want me to leave you alone, and we both knew it," he explained, his tone joking.

"What if I had meant it?" I asked seriously. And here I was, thinking I wanted to avoid seriousness.

"If you really didn't want me around, I would go. But I'd rather it not come to that," he answered simply, turning back to the water. I watched him, his chest going in and out with the waves.

"I don't think it will,"

"You still alive in there Amy?" My eyes shot open.

"Yeah," I yelled through the door. I sank even lower, sighing. "But just barely," I whispered.

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