While he had said it had been fine, a feeling of guilt still lingered inside her as Robin threw away the remnants of the broken vase. Normally, Starfire had a green thumb. Normally, she was good with flowers. But this… foreign, floral art that she was attempting to do, maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew.
She loved him. He was all that she had wanted. He made her happy. But he was keeping his distance, keeping secrets, staying away… and she couldn’t understand why, till that night.