I don't own Teen Titans.
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Bum Ba Bum. Bum Ba Bum. Bum Ba Bum. Bum Ba Bum.
His heartbeat was fast againt my ear. Panicked. Afraid.
I could feel a dampness on my head that wasn't my own blood.
He knew what was coming. He'd known even when he had taken me from the fight.
Yet he still tried. He was still trying.
At first I had thought this, all of this, was just another one of his stupid jokes.
I still wasn't sure. He'd built a wall of trust, using so many bricks.
Then he'd destroyed it, with just one swing of a sledgehammer.
I'd read somewhere that seahorses choose one mate and stay with them for life. I hadn't known if it applied to him or not. But maybe, just maybe, it still could.
I just might not be there to see it.
