Rose hated this. Hated feeling like this. She hated you. Or, at least, she tried to. However, every time you smiled, she smiled. Every time you laughed, she wanted to laugh. Every time you cried, she wanted to tear down the world and burn whoever had the audacity to make you shed tears. After Jason, she'd made a vow to never fall in love again. Nevertheless, something about you just....stuck in her head. In her heart. In her soul. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't dislodge it.

That's what led her to your room in Titans Tower, her palms sweaty and heart racing like she'd just gotten done with an intense workout. She kept mentally berating herself, her mind working at light-speed, trying to come up with every possible scenario. She didn't get much time to deliberate, because as your door slid open, her big, fat mouth opened, and, for once in her life, she spoke without thinking.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Wonderful. Great fucking job, Rose.