Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Teen Titans.

The pain that lingered in his heart wouldn't leave. It was agonizing. It was like someone ripped out half his heart, while the remains were slowly beginning to give in to the depression that already enveloped his mind.

What was wrong with him? He'd seen plenty of people get over deaths of loved ones, he'd heard of people who bounced back from traumatic experiences worse than his own.

This was…different. It wasn't just a traumatic experience, his entire drive was gone. His drive to live…his obsession.

That must be it. Now that his obsession was gone, he no longer had a purpose in the world. He would fade away, just like every other ghost. But…something held him back. His human half…

What was the point in staying here if his ghost half had given up on continuing, and his human half no longer had the people to encourage him to keep going?

And the only one to turn to…would lead to his nightmare coming true…

No. He would kill himself before turning into that.

How easy it would be…he could freeze himself in his own ice and wait until the ice froze his brain. Then he would no longer be a danger to society, the world, himself…he could finally join his friends and family.

Yes. He would do this. For the world…and for himself.

His hands tingled, ice forming in them. The ice slowly crept over his body. As the ice was forming over his head, memories flashed behind his closed eyes.

The feel of a HAZMAT suit as someone came in to hug him.

A flash of red hair and a knowing, teasing smile.

The sound of pencils sharpening and a concerned voice.

A thick pair of glasses and a friendly punch to the arm.

A pair of beautiful amethyst eyes, gazing at him with concern.

"Danny, you need to be more careful. I'll be here to patch you up, but I don't want you to die on me, got it?"

The ice shattered, and he fell to his hands and knees. He couldn't do it. They wouldn't want him to end it this way. Sam's voice was echoing in his head. She had said that not long before she had died.

"Sam…I won't do it. You'd probably never forgive me." He felt a tear crawl its way down his cheek.

He would linger for as long as he could. It's really not like he could avoid the inevitable. Without an obsession, he would fade out of existence.

He would have to move to a different location. Too many people looking for him. It didn't matter where. He would just go in one direction for a while, stay a bit, and move on.

He would never come back to Amity Park again. As he left the city limits, he felt a very small, barely noticeable weight leave his shoulders.