Mmmhmm, yeah, that’s pretty close… tch. It doesn’t feel right though. I’m sure you have enough on your plate with your new boyfriend’s thoughts and stuff. Erm, I mean, with Lagoon Boy’s stuff… because Atlantean life is different than ours, erm, the surface world’s.
-a hint of disappointment colors her voice, her eyes flick away and back up at him, then down to the floor again- Yeah… Right.
-he starts getting uncomfortable with the heavy air in the room- Look, M’gann… -reaches out and lets his hand hover over her shoulder before withdrawing it- I made my choice. I don’t think either of us liked it but it’s what’s best for you.
Sure… Um. Yeah.
…
No, wait— Superboy, how can you say that it’s best for me? What’s best for me isn’t something you decide! I decide what’s best for me! I’m older now and I’ve seen more of Earth and the world at large and I feel like I have the capacity to make my own decisions. I have the maturity to make my own decisions. And, you, saying that it was best for me and that you broke my heart because it was the best thing for me is kind of ridiculous and why didn’t you take into account how I feel about this? Because a relationship is between two people, me and you, and maybe I still have feelings for you—
I— I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.
Wait, what? You still—no, you don’t have feelings for me anymore. It’s not fair to Lagoon Boy or you. Tch, come on. I’m pretty sure there’s a Hello Megan that deals with breakups. -sighs and runs his hand through his hair, the words just flowing out without a filter- I decided for the both of us because I knew that you wouldn’t let go of me. You were caught up in this Hello Megan fantasy world but no, it doesn’t work like that! They were both human, not a Martian and a Kryptonian-human clone! I’m not going to age, M’gann! This is not a scripted TV show where everything is tied up nicely at the end of the 30 minutes! -pauses as he feels the air draining from the room-
…I’m sorry M’gann. I’m so sorry. -digs his nails into his palms as his hands curl into fists-
I know that this isn’t a sitcom. I KNOW THAT. I had to deal with that reality back when I thought that my entire team died and even though it wasn’t true it was still my fault. I traumatized everyone because this isn’t a script and this isn’t a fantasy world and this isn’t some stupid after school special. I found that out when Garf’s mother died—
You can try to justify what you did all you want, blame it on me and how I was naive or careless or whatever, but the real reason that you broke up with me is that you can’t handle who you are or what you are, and you’re scared. You’re scared of yourself. You’re scared of your body not aging and you’re scared of the powers you don’t have and you’re scare of the fate of a clone in this stupid, unscripted world. But what you don’t understand is that not having a script means that we can write our own! We don’t have to be what other people plan out for us! You don’t have to be Superman and I don’t have to be TV-land Megan and the only reason you are what you are is because you choose to be it. You’re choosing misery and brooding bitterness for yourself, and maybe it’s because you’re scared to be happy but I’m trying to not let that get to me.
You’re choosing to be alone, and if I don’t make the same choice and if I end up with La’gann because of it, you can’t glare at us and pretend not to see when we kiss. You can’t be bitter or gloomy or angry at anyone but yourself. And if it hurts me to see you like that, then the only thing that hurts me more is the fact that you’re inflicting this upon yourself, and nothing I can do is going to stop that.
