The title of this chapter refers to two poems written by the great poet John Donne which appear in this chapter. He's a really good poet and you guys should look up some of his stuff if you have time. Funny story, while writing a previous chapter, I stumbled upon Sonnet VII and I thought it was perfect to symbolize Beast Boy. So I kept a mental note to use it one day. Well, here I am writing this chapter and I found another poem in school called A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning about the separation of lovers, and I thought "Wow, this is like so perfect for Beast Boy and Raven." So I decided to stick in in there a little. And waddaya know, turns out both poems were written by the same guy! What a coincidence. Just goes to show how great a poet he is. Well, enough about that little anecdote. You guys don't care and most of you won't even bother remembering his name. Let's get to the part you want to see...

Chapter XVI - Forbidding Mourning and Sonnet VII

"So what happened while I was gone?"

The question was definitely not one that was easy to answer. How could one tell the events of five long years to someone who should have been there the entire time? But still, it was one that needed to be answered. Raven stirred the cup of tea in her hands while Garfield blew on his cup of coffee. The two had just arrived at Garfield's apartment and the other Titans elected to give the two some space for the night. The clock read 1:18 AM.

Raven sipped her tea, causing Gar to smile inside. He remembered long ago how he once asked her why she drank tea so often. She had replied that tea purifies your body, and that he could use some. A whole tub, actually.

"Well," he started. "It's… a lot to say. We stuck together for about a year after you left. With Slade gone, Dick's—and our as a result—focus shifted to Rift, instead. He was committed to tracking the man and taking him down once and for all. We fought with him a few times after catching him hacking into some government databases, but as usual he disappeared every time. Then one day we did catch him." He stopped and took another sip of coffee.

"We held him down. But he wasn't fighting back. It was like he had completely given up hope. While we were holding him down, he was just shouting out, "It's over, it's over. It's always been. I've lost. I've lost. I've lost!" Over and over again he kept saying that. More than once I thought he was crying, too. Dick went over to finally take off Rift's mask. He walked right to him, grabbed his face, and—with a single movement of his hand—ripped off the entire fabric that made up the mask."

"And then?" Raven asked.

Gar slunk into his chair. "And then… there was nothing." He shook his head and felt the chills of the memory. "His clothes gave in. We looked inside. There was nothing in it. It was a completely empty suit."

"He must have teleported away at the last second," Raven offered.

"Dick said the same thing. Vic and Star agreed. And that probably was what happened. But I just—I just can't help but feel so… haunted when I saw that. It was as if all this time, we were fighting this man, the man who we could never figure out, and in the end it was like he didn't even exist. What if there was never anyone under that mask? What if all this time we were just chasing a shadow or trying to catch smoke with our bare hands?"

"Stop thinking like that. He was a real man. He was real. He just got away."

"I still can't help it. Sometimes I think about that. Anyway, we had Batman examine the suit but he said it was all completely fabric and there was nothing of use for us. We burned it after that. Even though we were fairly certain that he didn't put any radioactive hallucinogen chemicals in his suit like Slade did, it was better safe than sorry.

"After that, it wasn't long until we disbanded. Crime rate has shot down and we had mixed ideas on our future, so in the end we went our separate ways. Dick, of course, stayed as Nightwing and moved to that city Blüdhaven near Gotham with Starfire and continued fighting crime. Cyborg and I retired and became simply Victor Stone and Garfield Logan and went to college. Vic graduated with two majors in nanotechnology and bionic engineering and a minor in cyborg anthropology while I have a major in zoology. 'Course, we took advanced classes and finished all those in a few years. The other students must've hated us. We all kept in touch, though. We made a pact to always get together on the weekends when we could. And there were times when we had to come together as a team whenever there was a big threat. Then the big day arrived."

"Big day?" Raven said, raising her eyebrows. "What big day?"

Gar chuckled. "Dick and Starfire's wedding."

"Oh," she nodded. "I'm happy for them." Gar wondered if there was a slight tone of disappointment at having missed their wedding.

"We tried to find you," he said. "Especially in the weeks before their wedding. It didn't feel complete without you there, Raven." The two sat in silence for a moment. Because of awkwardness, Gar suddenly felt that he shouldn't have said that, and began, "Your turn now, Raven. What've you been up to the past five years?"

The woman shrugged. "Not much to say, really," she said in her monotonous voice. "I ran away and isolated myself from others to keep my rampaging power in check. When I had my emotions under control again, I found myself a small town called Nadir. I used my magic to mask any traces of me, both my magical aura and genetic signature, and changed my name to Rachel. After that, I just tried to live a normal life, like a common person.

"I didn't have any money to attend school or anything, so I just took a couple of odd jobs here and there. Gas station, convenience store, janitor, the like. Before too long I had a permanent—if you could call this kind of job "permanent"—job as a cashier of a convenience store in the night shift. It was perfect for me—it was dark, I didn't have to talk to many people, and the pay was decent enough. After a year or so, I started buying some art materials and started painting, though I never really was any good at it."

"You paint?" Gar's eyebrows raised in interest.

"Just a little whenever I need to get my mind off something. I meditate as always but if something's really on my mind, I'll try to paint. Anyway, I'd always shelf it as soon as it's done. I prefer not to look at them again when I'm through with them. Anyway, that's pretty much it."

"Your hair is longer," the man noted.

She shrugged. "I've found less reason to cut it as short as I did before."

"Why didn't you find a better place to live in than a dump like that?"

"It was the only place I could afford."

"That rat-hole must've been $15 a month. You could've done better."

"Excuse me, but that rat-hole is my home."

"No it's not!" Garfield found himself raising his voice. "Titans Tower was your home. It's always been your home. Not that place. Not that garbage house."

"It—it really wasn't that bad," Raven lowered her voice as if in shame. "It was liveable. That's good enough."

"Well it's over now," the changeling declared, staring at his coffee as if to avoid her gaze. "Live here with me."


At this, he looked up directly towards her face, making her uncomfortably glance to the side. "Live here with me in my apartment. Dick and Star are busy all the time and have no room in their house and Vic's busy with work 24/7. You can sleep in my bed and—and I'll just crash on the sofa every night. It's fine, really. Just live here comfortably. Don't go back to that torn-up, sorry excuse for an apartment."

An awkward silence emerged, neither of them truly knowing exactly what to say. Garfield tried his best to read Raven's face, guess what she was thinking, but as usual he couldn't fathom a thing. "Please," he implored. "I want you to stay here by me. We… we don't even have to be friends if that's not what you want. We don't have to talk if you don't want to. But—but please just stay here with me."

Raven's eyes wandered, flickering back and forth in thought until they finally met Gar's. "I will," she nodded.

A spark of a smile appeared on the green man's face. "Vic and I will go back to Nadir tomorrow and pick up your things. We'll bring them here. There's plenty of room. We'll leave a note to the landlord telling him you're gone. And we'll pay this month's rent for you, too. And—uh… we'll also tell him to contact your boss to say that you've quit. We'll do all that for you! And when you've properly moved in, you won't have to do a thing. You can sleep 'til 2:00 in the afternoon if you want. And—and I'll make food for you whatever you want, whenever you want. I'm not much of a cook and I'm not good at anything with meat because I never eat it, but I'll learn how to. And you'll never have to pay rent or anything. I'll pay for it all. I don't have a job yet but I have enough student loans to last us a while. And then—"

"Okay, Gar!" Raven cried out. Garfield saw a shadow of a smile on her face. "I get it. I get it. Leave everything to you, right?"

"Haha, right," he replied. "Just leave everything to me. I'll take care of it all."

"Well… thank you. Thanks, Garfield."

"Of course. For you, anything." The two sat in silence once more, but it wasn't so awkward this time. Rather, it was peaceful and comfortable. Garfield couldn't help but let his eyes examine the beautiful woman sitting before him—her soft, gray cheeks, the small curl at the ends of her hair, the small hands that clasped the cup of tea. He resisted a sudden impulse to reach out and hold her hands.

The quiet was interrupted by the sound of Victor, Starfire, and Dick crashing in, bringing with them Chinese to-go. "Booya!" the former Cyborg shouted out. "Sorry to interrupt but we got some dim-sum that ain't gonna eat itself!"

"Wha?" the green man exclaimed. "What's going on?"

"Surprise midnight snack. A little celebratory eating for Raven's return."

"We remember Raven loves dim-sum, correct?" Starfire piped up.

"Yeah, you remembered," the sorceress nodded thankfully.

"Alright fine," Garfield conceded. "You guys set up the food. I'll go find Dick and Star's wedding pictures to show Rae."

"The video, too! Don't forget the video," the former Boy Wonder shouted after him.

"Gar, can I come with you?" Raven asked as she stood up from her chair. "I need a little tour of this apartment if I'm going to be living in it, right?"

Garfield smiled and nodded as he motioned her towards his bedroom. "Right this way." The two made their way towards his bedroom and went inside, Raven standing by the doorway while he searched through his bookcase for the wedding pictures. Her eyes jumped back and forth across the room—for she didn't have much chance to examine it properly that morning. It was still messy and disorganized, but not as much as his old room in Titans Tower. There was no absence of a shirt somehow flung onto the window, though.

Raven then took notice of a strange sight in front of the window—hanging on a ribbon dangling from the ceiling was an object that was shining, reflecting the moonlight from outside. She edged towards it, and upon closer examination saw with surprise that it was a crystal bell, broken and chipped and held together crudely with tape. The same bell that had hung in her room years ago. Raising her hand towards the bell, she felt the coolness of the glass on her skin and gave it a gentle push. Its ring was muffled and not as sweet, but was still hearable. Garfield reacted with the sound of the bell and stood up straight, turning towards the source of the ring.

"I can't believe you kept this after all those years," Raven gasped.

"Why would I have thrown it away?" he replied.

"It's broken," she said, tracing her finger on all the cracks underneath the tape.

"Just because it's broken doesn't mean it's worthless."

Raven turned her head and faced Garfield eye-to-eye. For a moment, everything seemed to be still once more as the two former lovers stood there, gazing at each other. Breaking the silence, the man lifted up a photo album. "I found the photos. Let's go back." The woman nodded and started out the door.

"Oh wait, I forgot the video," she heard Gar call. "Here, Rae. You take these photos out first." She turned around and saw him toss the photo album towards her.

Raven gasped as she suddenly felt herself unable to open out her arms to catch it. The album struck her legs and fell to the ground.

"Whoa, Rae! Are you alright?" she heard. Shaking it off, she quickly replied that she wasn't ready, picked up the book, and hurriedly left.

"Morning, slugger," Victor Stone greeted a drowsy Garfield, who stumbled out of his apartment building yawning like a baby.

"Why do we have to go so early?" he grumbled.

"It's ten in the morning."

"Yeah, but we didn't sleep until 3:00 last night…" he sighed. "Alright let's just go to Nadir already. You know where it is?"

"Coordinates are all set on the T-Ship," the cyborg replied, slapping the jet plane with the palm of his hand. "Come on, String Bean."

The two men boarded the jet and flew into the air. "Hey Vic," the green changeling suddenly said. "There's… something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Sure thing. What's up?"

"Did… did you notice anything strange about Raven last night?"

"Well considering she hasn't seen any of us in five years, I bet she felt a little weird and excited."

"No, not like that. I mean when we were eating." Garfield furrowed his eyebrows. "You know she loves dim-sum, but last night she barely ate anything at all."

"So? Maybe she wasn't hungry."

"Not only that, but I saw there were some times when she… Gah!—I know it's weird to notice things like this but it's like… she would pick up her fork to pick up a piece of meat, then she'd miss it."

"Miss it?"

"Yeah, like she would hit the meat on her second or third try. And each time, she'd look around to see if anyone'd noticed."

"That's definitely a little weird," Cyborg scratched his head in thought. "Actually, now that I think about it, remember when she was in the restroom last night? When she came out, I bumped into her in the hall and saw that she was taking out the trash. I didn't think much of it then, but I think I saw some bloody tissues."

"Blood?" Garfield's eyebrows raised. "What… what does that mean?"

"She must've had a raging nosebleed or something."

The green man sat up on his seat as the T-Ship flew over New York. "Starfire mentioned that she heard something like the sound of someone vomiting last night. I assumed it was the guy in the room above mine, but do you think it might've been Raven while she was in the restroom?"

"Is… is Raven sick or something?"

"I dunno. But I remember when I was in her body, I did start to feel kinda weak. Maybe she is sick."

Stone shrugged. "Look, we're probably just looking too much into it. I bet, if anything, she probably just has the flu. She'll be fine, right?"

"Y—Yeah, I guess," Garfield mumbled.

"You haven't seen her in years, so you're probably just getting all worked up because you're excited to see her again."

"Yeah… that's probably it," he conceded. "Okay, I'm probably thinking too much. Let's just focus on packing her stuff."

Within minutes, the jet plane brought the two former Titans to the small town of Nadir, where they quickly found their way to Raven's apartment. With haste, the two immediately went to work, gathering all of her belongings and placing them carefully into several small cardboard boxes. Some of her things were already set as if they had never been unpacked when she first moved in, which only made the process quicker for the two men.

"I can't believe Raven lived in this dump," grumbled Victor as he examined the dirty bathroom.

"That's what I'm sayin'," the changeling joined as he removed a white sheet from an object leaning against the wall, revealing an assortment of paintings.

"Whoa," the former gasped. "What are those?"

"Raven's paintings," answered the latter. "She said she did them whenever she felt down." He picked up a small portrait of a black raven sitting in a windowsill, crying out, "Nevermore!"

"These are amazing." The man held up to the light a painting of Titans Tower. "She's really good."

Garfield's attention was caught by one painting that stuck out the most—a portrait of his face, drawn so carefully and so intricately that it seemed almost photorealistic.

"Whoa," Cyborg awed. "That's—that's amazing. It looks just like you, BB."

"It… yeah." He rested his hand on the face of the Garfield in the painting, noting how even the shade of green on its face very nearly matched that of his own skin. In small letters to the side of his face was a poem, written prudently with perfect handwriting:

"A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

As virtuous men pass mildly away,

And whisper to their souls to go,

Whilst some of their sad friends do say

The breath goes now, and some say, No:

So let us melt, and make no noise,

No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;

'Twere profanation of our joys

To tell the laity our love.

But we by a love so much refined,

That our selves know not what it is,

Inter-assured of the mind,

Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,

Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion,

Like gold to airy thinness beat.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,

Like th' other foot, obliquely run;

Thy firmness makes my circle just,

And makes me end where I begun.

- John Donne"

"Sounds cool," Victor mentioned half-heartedly. "Wonder what the poem means."

"It's about two lovers separating," Garfield said instinctively. "He's saying that because their love was strong, there's no reason to worry when he leaves. And at the end, he makes a promise to his lover that one day he'll return."

"Yo, BB!" the man nearly jumped back in surprise. "When'd you get all smart like that? You understand poetry?"

"Not really. Just John Donne's poems," he murmured.

"John Donne… Oh yeah!—isn't he the guy who wrote that poem you always read? The one next to your bed."

Garfield carefully put the paintings away and hurriedly changed the subject. "Yeah. Come on, let's finish packing. Raven's waiting."

About another hour of packing and organizing ensued before the two were finally done, with everything placed neatly into the T-Ship and a letter to both her landlord and her boss along with the rest of the month's rent. The two took to the skies, Victor Stone piloting and Garfield Logan preoccupying himself with reading the journal that they found, which the former had persuaded him to do to find out what her life's been like.

The journal started with an entry in which Raven explained how she had found her way to the small town and how she created a new life for herself. Her days consisted of waking at 2:00 in the afternoon, eating either a protein bar, a few biscuits, or—at the very most—a small bowl of ramen noodles, working as a janitor in a high school nearby from 4:00-8:00, coming home to meditate or paint, then go work her night shift at the convenience store from midnight to six in the morning, then finally going back home and sleep. Her previous home? Somewhere in California. Her reason for coming here? That was her businesses only. Her name? Rachel Logan.

The journal then was mostly uneventful after that—some bills scribbled down, some personal notes here and there. It wasn't until about the middle of the journal that some unusual entries appeared.

"Cy," Garfield whispered as he read. "Cy, listen to this: 'The pain has gotten worse. It's spread from my stomach to my chest and is slowly spreading to my arms as well. I don't know what it is. I don't understand it.'"

"Yeah, so? Cramps, probably."

Garfield continued, reading now from a different entry. "'I've started vomiting more and more now. It's uncontrollable. Food starts to lose its taste to me. I don't know if it's because I keep eating the same things every day or if it's because of something else…'

"'Nosebleeds are starting to come more and more often now. At first, I just thought I might have been sick, but sickness doesn't cause nosebleeds to occur randomly for months, does it?'

"'I've passed out for the first time today. I was at my night shift and had fainted. Because no one was there, no one even noticed me until an employee for the morning shift came. They took me to the hospital and the doctors checked me out as fine, but recommended that I come for a full check-up one day. Given how much it costs, I doubt I'll ever go.'

"'All this time, I've refrained from using my powers. I wanted to forget them. Now it seems I have. I tried to construct a portal today, but for some reason found that I could not. I tried levitating objects, tried levitating mysel and found that I could, but only weakly so. Somehow, I'm starting to lose my powers, and I don't know why or how.'

"'It finally happened. I went to the doctors. They said I'm sick. I'm very sick.'"

Garfield closed the journal. "That was her last entry."

Victor was silent, then taciturnly shook his head in protest. "That—that can't mean what we think it means, right?" he denied. "She's… Raven's not in any serious condition—she can't be. Let's… let's just ask her what was going on. I bet she just had a bad cold."

"Cy… that was her vomiting last night wasn't it? And she did have another nosebleed didn't she?"

"None of this makes sense! Why Raven of all people? She's a superhero. She's a sorceress from another planet! Why would any of this make sense?"

"It doesn't, okay?" Garfield said. "I'm—I'll ask her what's going on. I'll ask her how serious it is. No matter what, though, I'm sure she can be treated easily. If not here, then at the very worst, someone in Azarath can work their magic, right?"

He tried to convince himself that there was nothing serious about Raven, that whatever happened to her was just something small—like the time Starfire underwent her Transformation back in her teenage years.

But he couldn't help but feel an increasing sense of dread as his fingers brushed over the final line of Raven's journal, written and hidden in the very last page—'Am I dying?'

The entire day, the green skinned man kept a mental checklist of everything he noticed that was strange about his new roommate. Twice he saw she had trouble eating the lunch that Starfire made for her. Immediately afterwards, she excused herself to the restroom, which he listened to just in case he heard any vomiting sounds. Thankfully, there were none, but he found it was eerily quiet. Later while they were unpacking Raven's things, he made a passing comment about her using her powers to help speed up the process. She smiled and said that she wanted to unpack slowly so everything would be perfect. He knew this was simply an excuse and did not press further. She nearly fell one time, but it happened so fast that he wasn't quite sure if he saw it right or not. Raven was walking down the hallway when suddenly her feet froze up and she tripped. Luckily, she caught herself in the nick of time and recovered, continuing her walk as if nothing had happened.

Because of frequent breaks and Raven's insistence on not using her powers, they were not done until nighttime. Raven let Garfield crash on his bed for a bit while she took the liberty of sorting some of his stuff alongside hers. As she placed on old hand mirror onto the bed stand, she noticed a small picture frame, which—instead of a photograph—contained a poem. She read it aloud:

"Sonnet VII

At the round earth's imagined corners blow

Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise

From death, you numberless infinities

Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go;

All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,

All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies,

Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes

Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space;

For, if above all these my sins abound,

'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,

When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,

Teach me how to repent, for that's as good

As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.

- John Donne"

"John Donne…" she whispered, the name bouncing on her tongue. She turned to the man lying on the bed. "Garfield… you know John Donne?"

"I had to take a literature class in college," he explained. "We had to read and analyze poetry for a month. The only poems I liked were by John Donne." He turned to face her. "You like him, too, don't you?"

She blushed slightly. "You saw the painting?" He nodded. "Well, why do you like this poem in particular?" she asked him. "If I'm understanding this right, this poem's about—d"

"—about repentance," he finished. "About redemption."

Raven shook her head. "Why do you read this kind of poem?"

His eyes gazed upwards towards the ceiling. He said, in an unfeeling voice, "Because I am a man who needs to learn repentance."


"I'm happy you're here now, Raven. I'm glad you're back. But I can never forget the fact that if it weren't for me—if it weren't for me, you would never have left."


"I'm a horrible person! You know that. And nothing can change that fact now. What I did was unforgiveable."

"None of that matters anymore, Garfield."

"Yes it does!" he shot back. "If it weren't for me and my stupid actions, you would never have left. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have lived in that dump for five years. If it weren't for me—" He gulped. "If it weren't for me, maybe you wouldn't be sick…"

Raven suddenly froze up. "You—" she stammered. "You know?"

He stood up from the bed and faced her. "No, I don't. I just know that something's not right. Tell me, Raven. What have you been hiding for us?"


"It's not nothing! Don't say it's nothing," he said. "You have nosebleeds, don't you?" Raven was silent. "You throw up sometimes and you feel weak and dizzy, right?" She looked away. "Don't try to hide it, Raven," Garfield continued. "I felt it even when I was in your body. You can't use your powers, can you?"

"Of—of course I can," she muttered.

"Then show me right now. You can't—can you? That's why you haven't used them ever since you came back. That's why you've been acting weird lately." He took a step forward, closing the gap between them. "Raven, please," he implored. "I'm asking you to tell me. What is happening?" Her eyes stayed away from him. "You don't have to be with me," he said. "You don't have to like me. You don't have to acknowledge me at all. But please, just tell me what is going on."

Her violet eyes darted back and forth until they finally gathered up the strength to stare directly into his. She answered with an unquivering voice, "Nothing."

"Don't lie to me now, Raven."

"I'm not. Please just let it go."

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because there's nothing to tell."

"All I want to do is help you, Raven. Let me help you just this once. Why won't you let me—"

"Because I don't want you to worry about me when I die!" she shouted. The room shook.

Garfield took a step back in shock. "D—die?" he stuttered. "W—what do you mean… die?"

Raven felt like a wall that had come crashing down, unable to handle the force inside any longer. "I'm dying, Gar," she sighed exasperatingly. "I'm dying…"

The man found himself holding his breath, as if a ball was lodged in his throat. "So…" he managed to say. "So you really are… sick…?"

She nodded slowly. "The doctors don't know what it is yet," she said in a low tone.

Logan found his breath catching up to him as his heart began to beat faster and faster. "How—how did this happen? I—Is it some kind of disease? Did you eat something bad? Were you bitten by a bug?" He found himself sputtering out these words as if he had no control over them, himself. "Is it some kind of—some kind of magical virus in you? What is it, Raven? Oh my God… Oh my God, how could this have happened?"

"It's been like this about ever since I left," she explained.

"Oh my God," he kept on repeating, holding his forehead. "Oh God… this can't be happening. There's no way this is happening. This doesn't make sense. This doesn't make sense." He vigorously scratched his head, feeling his face get hotter and hotter. His fingers were shaking.


"This—this can't be happening," he denied. "You can't be—dying. You can't be dying, Raven."


"You're not going to die. This makes no sense. How could this happen to you?"

"Gar!" Raven cried aloud, silencing the man. She opened her mouth, hesitantly, slowly. "The doctors… think it's an STD."

The changeling was silent, was still. He took a step back and slowly sat down onto his bed. "An S—" he repeated slowly, carefully pronouncing every syllable, feeling it in his mouth like a marble. "An ST… STD."

"Garfield, now that you know…"

"STD…" he repeated.

"Now that you know, please promise me something. I've been meaning to tell you sometime but—"

"So…" he interrupted, lost in thought. "If it started when you left… and it's an S—" he gulped, "STD… then it happened because of—that."

Raven closed her eyes and grabbed the man's hands. "Garfield, please listen."

"Then… then all of this is… my fault," he realized.

"Garfield, listen," she looked into his eyes. He found himself unable to look away. "I don't have much time left. Maybe only a year." He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Raven cut him off before he could. "Before then, I need you to do something for me. I want you to promise you'll do this. Do this for me before I die."

She squeezed his shaking hands, steadying them until they were calm. Looking into his eyes, she waited for him to respond. Slowly, he nodded his head. "For you," he croaked. "Anything."

Raven took a deep breath and stared unflinchingly, unafraid into Garfield. "Marry me, Gar."

~Difficult Words to Say~

Okay, if that wasn't kicking it up a notch, I don't know what is. Well, did you guys enjoy this chapter? If it felt a bit rushed, that's because it was originally two separate, but I found it more economical to fit it into one chapter instead. This, along with the previous chapter, was more of a transition chapter, if you know what I mean. The upcoming ones will definitely focus a lot more on rekindling Beast Boy and Raven's damaged relationship. Meanwhile, with spring break coming soon, that means the next chapter will probably be out sooner than usual. Stay tuned!

And by the way, hasn't it been a little quiet lately? Wonder what's been happening to Rift? How about Malcolm? I wonder if the next chapter has any answers to offer. Hmm...

And this might be slightly early foreshadowing as well, but we haven't heard of any news of Anna Crowe or Raphael have we... Hmmmmm...

JasonVUK - Ominous indeed... what tragic fate happened to our beloved Raven? And who is the mysterious narrator anyhow? I won't promise a fully happy, walking towards the sunset in a field of daisies kind of ending, but I will say it won't be a tragic ending either.

Drunalove - Thank you! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story as well.

zanzar - Thanks. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Bluedog197 - Things are looking good for Raven with the moving in with Garfield part! Then not-so-great with the dying part... If last chapter was more realistic, non so happy, then this one's definitely a lot more cold hard reality isn't it? Haha, but stick around and let's see what happens next to our favorite couple, eh?

TheLurkingShadowWillow - Thank you very much. Your words really made my day when I read them. I really hope that through this story, people will be entertained, have something to read and enjoy, and-though this is a bit of a long shot-take something from it as well when it's all done. I truly hope that when this story is finally done, you and many others will be well pleased. :)

Thebookthief18 - Well what an ending this chapter must've been, huh? [Garfield's need to repent +10], [Bad things happening +15], [Broken heart +5] :) Trust me when I say things will get better for them, but sadly, everything in between won't be very pretty. Keep on reading!

Kaarlinaa - Thanks! This one is a little bit more on the unhappy side though.

MrsUzumakiUchiha - I'm honored to have your review. I hope you will enjoy the rest of this story as well. PS Nice name :)