My heart was being fast, more than fast. Even though this truth wasn't certain, its possibility was enough to put me on the verge of collapse. I pressed on towards my destination. The wind blew hard on my back and pushed me forward, as if it yearned for him and I to be together. I snickered at the thought, he didn't need me, even though that was the opposite of what I've been told. I was no longer needed for him to continue on... I don't ever think I ever was. Garfield has been lying to me. All of them have. Rachel, Donna, Allen, Terra, Roy, Jade, Jericho, Kole, Karen, Vic, Jenny, and Wally have all been lying? That had to be the case. Alfred told me that Richard's health improved. Richard had gotten better without me. Now I was confused. I wanted to go back home. He didn't want me in his life and I was more than happy to leave him be. I was content with the memories we had made and the inside jokes and our silly nicknames will leave an indelible mark on my childhood that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. I looked up at the moon; it was crescent tonight. It was almost gone, just like we were. At that point, I couldn't help but reminisce about Richard and I. Back to when we were...full.

'Starfire, I need your help!'

'On my way, Robin!'

I decided to keep going, despite his feelings. It was my turn to be selfish. He had been abrupt and cold when we parted ways and now I can be abrupt in my visit, but not cold. Never cold. I'm tired of only hearing about him as if he's some glorified hero in a newscast. I needed to see him, especially if the situation was as dire as this.

I stopped walking. I had reached my destination.

Before me was the prestigious Wayne Manor. I walked to the door and used the familiar lion door knocker to make myself known. Alfred answered the door. The warm porch light cast a shadow on his melancholy features. He greeted me with a down trodden smile and proceeded to lead me to the 'infirmary'. Alfred knew the purpose of my visit. He always had that type of insight. The time has come. Alfred opened the door to Richard's room. I entered, initially with my head down and then I stopped and I lifted my head. As I did so, a flood of emotions came over me. Anger, confusion, guilt, and then unbearable grief. I parted my lips slightly, trying to catch little gasps of oxygen and tears sprung out of my terrified eyes. My fantasy world crumbled underneath my feet. It had all been true.

Richard was dying.

A/N: Okay, so this story was originally on my Instagram account, so the first six chapters are going to be pretty short. I'm going to make some minor changes to them. The biggest change would probably be more details and characterization. (Just so my IG readers know.) Anyways, what do you guys think so far? I am really enjoying this story so far and can't wait to write more. Feel free to Review! :) ~Sincerely, TheSleepingHollow