A/N: A week later; it's time for Raven's response. Hopefully, this will get all of this angst out of my system. Then again, perhaps not...


I'd love to say that I love you.

I'd love to show you that I care. Whenever you're kind to me, I'd love to be able to be kind in return, and make smile spread across your face. I'd love to tease you lightly, and watch you blush.

I'm not able to do so, though. Metal melts when I show I'm cheerful, and solids dissolve when I show I'm kind. It's dangerous. I have to hide those feelings inside of me, and respond with cruel retorts and nasty remarks to keep control.

I'd love to show you that I care.

But I can't.

I'd love to talk to you. I'd love discuss everything with you in minute detail. I'd love to hear your opinions, and tell you mine. I'd love to be able to tell you anything, and have you confide in me.

I cannot, however. When I speak emotionally, objects explode, and things blow up. I could hurt you. I have to conceal my desire to talk with you, and send you away with apathetic brush-offs, knowing it's for the best. I have to hold in my internal agony as I watch you somberly wander away, knowing I want nothing more than to go and talk to you for hours.

I'd love to talk with you.

But I can't.

I'd love to spend time with you. I'd love to go for a walk through the park with you, holding your hand all the while. I'd love to watch a horror movie with you, and cuddle up to you in the scary parts. I'd love to go dancing with you, losing myself in the music as we move together as one.

If I did, though, it would be a disaster. Windows would shatter at my blatant display of affection. Bushes would explode at my tenderness. Instead, I have to avoid you when you're looking for me, as I don't know if I'd be able to resist the temptation of being with you. When I see you torn after I do so, I can barely resist the urge to fling myself into your arms, not caring about the consequences, blasting us to oblivion.

I'd love to spend time with you.

But I can't.

I'd love to smile at you. I'd love to laugh at your jokes freely, admitting that they are amusing. I'd love to grin at you as we share an inside joke that none of the others understand. I'd love to smile at you, just glad that you are there.

Yet, I'm unable to. A true smile would cause a harsh wind to assail us; a free laugh would bring a storm. I can only smirk sarcastically, and never truly smile. I have to respond dryly to your jokes, camouflaging my amusement with sarcasm. I have to retort cruelly at your every try to lighten the mood. I have to restrain myself from apologizing when I see how my words hurt you.

I'd love to smile at you.

But I can't.

I'd love to tell you what I think of you. I'd love to be able to return your gracious compliments, and express my gratitude to you. I'd love to tell you how I love your personality, how your smile brightens my day, how your casual confidence is enigmatic and alluring.

If I were to do so, however, my powers would escape and break things randomly. Monitors would crack, machines would melt, and computers would crash. Priceless technology would be lost forever. I have to insult you in return, spitting barbs where I know you are most vulnerable to keep my emotions, stirred from your flattery, under strict control. I have to struggle not to cry when I see you walk away, dejected, hurt, upset, as I know I caused those feelings in you.

I'd love to tell you what I think of you.

But I can't.

I'd love to show you just how deeply I care. I'd love to casually weave my fingers with yours, conveying so much meaning through the simple gesture. I'd love to hug you tightly and never let you go. I'd love to kiss you tenderly, showing you how I feel. I'd love to embrace you, while you hold me wrapped in your arms, safe and secure.

I can't, though. To express such a strong emotion towards you unrestrained would be fatal. You would be struck with my dark power, and collapse and die in my arms. You would be gone forever. I cannot allow that to happen, so I have to carefully wear my eternal façade of apathy, assuming the air that I do not to care in the least. I have to pretend that I feel nothing but disdain towards you, though it is anything but. I have to restrain from killing myself, from feeling my life is hopeless and pointless without you.

I'd love to show you that I care.

But I can't.

No matter what I go through, I can't share it. No matter what I feel, no one can know. No matter what I want, I can't have it. No matter what emotions I feel, I can't express them. No matter how badly I love you, you can never know.

I'd love to be able to love you. I'd love to smile at you, to give you the appreciation you deserve. I'd love to spend time with you, simply enjoying my life with you at my side. I'd love to hold and touch you, reassuring myself that you're really there, and not just another torturous dream.

I'd love to be able to tell you that I love you.

Yet, I can't; I have to keep it all inside.

But regardless of my hateful pretences, I do love you.

I love you.

But you can never know.

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