It's been one week since the end of the world

It's been one week since two of my best friends got together.

And it's been one week since I realized I was in love.

I'm sitting in my room, staring at the dark walls. All alone. Just like always. Even meditation seems too much of a burden to attempt now. Ever since I fulfilled my destiny, controlling my emotions has become nearly impossible. But they don't destroy; if I laugh, nothing explodes. A definite improvement in my book, but it's still unfamiliar. I really need to get used to this. Do I really need to be controlling my emotions anymore? Now that my father's gone, what's the danger? I kind of wish I could go back. Back to the place I couldn't feel. Because one feeling is killing me inside, and I can't hold it back like the others.

I guess I started falling for him on my birthday. What a day. If it weren't for him, who knows what would have happened? He brought me back, physically and mentally. I'm only here because of him. His unfailing hope in me... I still don't understand it. And when I told him about my father, I guess that's the first time I really opened up to him. No, that's a lie. Maybe I started falling for him before that. Who knows, maybe it was the day I went inside his mind. Seeing his fears, hopes, dreams, everything that made him Robin, revealed a side I had rarely seen.

That day, that fateful day... when I saw him that morning, something stirred...a feeling I had never had before. I wanted that day to be perfect, for him and the others, but mostly him. I never wanted it to end, literally. When it was time, when the markings were once again in place, he held me in his arms. I felt so vulnerable and weak, I broke down and cried. I never cry. Especially not in front of my friends, but there was the exception. I wanted so badly to make it not happen, that I lost control. They tried so hard to stop him from getting me, and for that I am eternally grateful.

It almost killed me to have to hurt them to protect them. I knew what had to be done, and

I knew that they would figure out what to do. I still can't believe that they followed me to the old library. When Robin held me by my hand and told me that he would always be my friend, I wanted to take it all back once again. I just couldn't let them get hurt, that's why I had to prevent them from trying to stop me. I would rather die than have them get hurt because of me. I don't really know what happened next, only that I became the portal and disappeared. Then a part of me was all that was left. I prayed for my friends' safety. I know, the daughter of a demon praying seems odd, but I know that there's an opposite side to the balance, too.

When he found me, I didn't know who he was. Only that he seemed vaguely familiar. When he started telling me the story it all came flooding back to me. I had lost my powers then, the ones 'gifted' to me by my father. I told him that I wasn't who he thought I was anymore. But he didn't care. He still wanted to be my friend, despite everything I had done he still believed in me. I think that realization that he wasn't going to give up on me was the last straw. It made me realize that I did love him. So when we finally got back to the others, I was ready to do anything in my power to save them. Though I knew I didn't have much to fight with. When they finally got to my father, I realized that there was something that could be done.

I gathered all the power I had left in me and sought my revenge for the pain my so called father had inflicted on me and my loved ones. "Fathers protect you, fathers raise you. I was protected by the monks of Azarath. I was raised by my friends." Was what I said to him. And I meant it. When it was all over, I turned to the one who had never given up on me. When he held me in his arms again, I felt like there was nothing in the world that could touch us.