This is just a short one-shot, or very long drabble, in the POV of Terra after Things Change when she tells Beast Boy to go away. It actually started out as a drabble for Intricate Simplicity, but it was so long, and I liked it so much that I decided to post it seperately.
Have. To. Hold. It. In.
That's what I keep telling myself. I can't cry. I can't break down. Not here, not now.
1. Chord AB is 16cm long and 7cm from the center of circle G. Find the radius of circle G.
I've been staring at this question for I don't know how long. Geometry is the least of my worries right now.
My throat begins to clog with the effort of holding in the tears. My vision blurs, and I frantically try to blink back the tears.
Why does he have to do this to me?
……Why do I have to do this to myself?
No! Stop thinking like that! I know why I have to do this. It's for the best. For him….for me….
I don't want to hurt him anymore….I don't want to hurt anymore……and yet I'm killing myself for a second chance….
I've long since mastered the art of holding in my emotions. I know how to hide the tears; how to squirrel away the pain; lock it up in the back of my mind, at the far reaches of my heart.
This is just a test. Holding back the pain is harder now than ever.
I'm shaking, I realize. In an effort to silence the sobs I've stopped breathing.
I open my mouth long enough to take a gasp of air that is loud enough to catch my classmates' attentions.
I can't do this. But I have too.
I try to stop thinking about Beast boy for a moment and just focus on the test, but I can't see through the tears.
My vision clears long enough for me to see a tear hit my paper.
And then more tears follow.
It's times like this that I'm so glad to have long hair to hide behind.
But even that isn't enough. A few sobs are starting to sneak out. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back the onslaught of agony.
It had to be done. I had to let him go…no matter how much it kills me…
I jump at the noise, only to realize it was my pencil. I'd been squeezing it so hard it broke.
They're all staring at me, I realize. Even the teacher. A few of them seem genuinely concerned. A few give a look like "Oh come on, the test isn't that hard."
And maybe it isn't. At least, the one they're taking.
I try to regain some composure, but only find myself sinking further.
Thoughts flood my mind. I love him. I want to be with him….but I can't. I have to let go….We have to move on…..I don't deserve that happy ending…not after what I've done…..
I, like my pencil, am about to snap.
I get up, and head slowly towards the teacher's desk, trying to retain as much composure as I have left.
I can't take it anymore. I speed up and run out of the classroom, unable to hold it in any longer.
This was just a trial of my abilities to be impassive.
This was just a test. One I know I've failed.
A.N.: Yeah, so, not uber dramatic, I don't think. Just kinda drabblish. That's what it started out as, after all.
PS: I would kill for a geometry test question that easy. is in advanced geometry and has a teacher who gives EVIL questions
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