Fan Fiction ❯ My Immortal/Only One ❯ My Immortal ( Chapter 1 )

Beast Boy sits on his bed. He plops his back on the bed, so he's lying down. Feeling empty, he grabs a picture off of his nightstand.

He heard her talk to him:

I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears.

“No,” he said, “that's just my imagination.”

He wished she'd talk to him. There was so much he wanted to know; why she had to leave; why she did what she did.

And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave.

`Cause your presence still lingers, and it won't leave me alone.

It was painful to remember her. She left so abruptly, that the memories felt unfinished, that there was more to create.

These wounds won't seem to heal.

This pain is just too real.

There's just too much that time could not erase.

He wished he could go back in time, when they first met her. When everything was all right. He would do things differently. He would tell Robin not to make a comment on her control. He would…He would…

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years

He remembered how she always looked so painful, like she had a big secret that no one could know. He had offered to talk to her, to be her friend and more. But she wouldn't speak of it. He still couldn't understand how she felt. It depressed him.
But you still have
All of me

He wanted to know if she thought of him up there. He wanted to know if she was lonely. He wanted her, but she was like a butterfly; no matter how he tried to grasp on to her, she was out of reach.

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

He remembered the good times too, like how she would laugh at all of his jokes, and how she smiled when they spent time together hanging out.
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams

He dreamed of her every night. They were bloody, violent, erotic, and horrible. And no matter what happened in the dream, it would end with her death. He would wake up in a cold sweat, unable to sleep. He had bags under his eyes, and yawned a lot, so his friends would ask him if he was okay. He wouldn't tell them what was going on inside. Like her.
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

He felt angry, romantic, evil, mushy, sad, upset, happy, quiet, torn, ugly, disgusting, dizzy, and like screaming when he thought of her. The feeling was indescribable, and he didn't know if it was bad or good.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along.

Ter…Te…hmm…

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