Give Up On Me

Author: El Queso de Malicioso

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Rated: T

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Dedication: To a girl who means more to me than my own self—a girl who I'm giving final say.

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"Come on Rae!" shouted an almost irritated Beast Boy as he chased mentioned mystic around a corner. "You know it was funny!"

"Why do you keep trying?" came the sudden, almost inaudible response in the form of a question. "Did you miss the memo? I was born with a heart of ice; with a wall around it so thick that nothing can break through."

The words weren't what scared him; rather it was the completely flat and resolute tone that sent the frictionless electrical pulse up his spine.

"Come on, Rae—you know that isn't true," the boy tried to insist. "You've been letting me in a lot more lately—you've been letting everybody in more lately."

"Does that really make a difference?" There was a pause. "None of you know the real me—hell; I don't even really know the real me."

Still with that calm and eerily resolute tone she spoke, but her eyes were moist; a fact hidden partially by her refusal to face her persuer.

"You've gotten so much better—I thought-I thought I was helping…"

"You were—I just can't be helped—not really."

"Nobody's beyond—" he tried to interject, but was interrupted both by the words that were spoken and the sudden stiffening of the speaker's form.

"You're wrong—just-just—"

"Just what?" Beast Boy asked, finally sounding truly angry.

"Just—why can't you give up on me?" the dark girl finally blurted out.

"Is that what you want me to do?" the green boy asked in near a whisper. "If that's what you want, tell me now," he continued, his voice growing with every syllable. "If you really want that, tell me—and I'll leave you alone; I'll stop telling you jokes; I'll stop talking to you; I'll completely remove myself from your life." There was a lengthy pause as the flustered boy tried to regain control of his breathing. "Is that what you want? Is it?"

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A/N: Well? Is it?