¿There really isn't... a reason?

¿38?

Well, Beastboy's last physical therapy was today.

He can walk, not as well as before, but he still can.

He walks with a little limp, and it still hurts him sometimes but other than that, he's better.

I guess I've made progress, I haven't had a nightmare in a few weeks.

Yes, I still get upset about it.

Yes, I still have issues, but I'm getting better.

I'm working past them the best I can.

It took a lot of meditation to get to the point where I'm not freaking out about it every other second.

I still wish with every part of me that I could go back in time and take back what was taken from me.

Yes, the rape made me a stronger person but that doesn't mean that I have to be happy or proud that it happened to me.

It destroyed me.

But, I'm grateful.

Eternally grateful.

For the trauma? No.

For the panic attacks? No.

For the hours I spent crying over just one month of my life? No.
I'm grateful because I had someone there with me.

Someone that was like a sponge and soaked everything up that I had to say.

Someone that never judged me.

Someone that held me for hours while I cried my heart out over that terrible month of my life.

Someone that called me beautiful every passing day.

"Hey Rae?" I heard that someone call.

I sat my book down and lifted my head towards the door.

Then I saw him.

He had just gotten out of the shower so his hair was still damp, and he was wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants.

"Hey." I said with a smile.

I walked over to him, and wrapped my arms around his torso.

He smiled and placed a kiss on my cheek.

I took my hand and messed up his damp hair.

"I love you." I whispered, nuzzling my face in his cheek.

"And I love you." He pulled me tightly to him.

"What do you want to do today?" I gave him a tight squeeze before I pulled away.

"I kind of just want to stay here, dude. I'm really tired." He told me, nuzzling into my neck.

"Okay." I told him, still smiling as he pulled away.

"Why are you so happy?" He asked me.

"Do I have to have a reason?" I laughed.

"Yes." He stubbornly said.

"Well, there really isn't... a reason."
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Okay, you can all hate me now but this is actually the end of the story. I didn't know where else to take it so I thought I would end it with them being happy and healthy and crap. Thank you all so much for reading, it really means the world. This book was reallyyyyy hard to write, but I'm glad I kind of pulled it off. I'm going to be starting my new book soon, probably today sometime or tomorrow. It's about eating disorders and yes it's bbrae. Once again, thank you for reading. Love you guys.