Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.

Author's Note: This is a rewrite of my old story "Blue Eyed Lies".

Foreshadowing

You know, there is something oddly therapeutic about lying on the bathroom floor. I can't explain what seems to soothe me. Maybe it's the feeling of the cool tiles against my skin. Or perhaps it's the smell of bleach that calms me. Whatever it is, I've found my comfort spot.

It's where I currently am, lying on my side. Face resting on my palm that's pressed against the white tiles, orange maid of honor dress scrunched around my body, it's my escape.

And for right now my escape just so happens to be a public restroom.

They won't come looking for me because they know where I am. They saw where I went. And more importantly, they know what I've done. I've ruined a relationship, a few friendships, and a fifty thousand dollar wedding all in a matter of seconds. Okay, maybe not in a matter of seconds.

"I'm a home wrecker." I whisper, frowning as close my eyes.

"I have to disagree."

I didn't even hear the door creak, but the clicking of his dress shoes ring clear in my ears. His tuxedo rustles as he lies next to me. "You're only saying that because you're a home wrecker too."

"I wouldn't say home wrecker."

"How about cheating fiancé?" I challenged bitterly opening my eyes to see he was lying on my back, hands resting on top of his stomach.

"That sounds a bit more accurate." He agreed. "But I think it's safe to say I'm no longer her fiancé." He took my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"This isn't right." I murmur, moving closer to him. Nuzzling his neck, I sigh taking in his scent. I need to be close to him. "Why did you do that?"

"Because I love you." He breathed, leaning down capturing my lips in a gentle butterfly kiss. "I couldn't marry her."

I rest my forehead against his.

"I couldn't do it." He whispers drawing our lips together again. "I couldn't leave you." He mumbles against my lips.

My hands cup his face, smiling as fresh tears tickle my lashes. "What have we done?" I ask laughing lightly.

His hands make their way to my face, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "We fell in love." He explained stroking my cheek tenderly. "Rachel, I loved you before Terra came into the picture."

"I know, Gar." I smile, leaning into his touch. "I just wish things didn't happen the way they did."