Author's Note: I do not own TMNT or any of the other characters related to the series. I just like to write about these four brothers and their love for one another.
"Please, it's not suppose to be like this", the words cut his tongue as they left his lips.
Silence overcame the moment, even with the gentle rain's clapping echoing.
"You just can't give up, not like this...not now! I won't let you", tears spilled onto the concrete, "I wont let you...you're...my baby brother."
The night was warm while a soft breeze whisked through the air, and silver stars fastened to a midnight sky. Vibrant oranges and yellows glowed from every street corner, as car horns sang in a crowd of voices that bounced from building to building. As always, the city was premiering its nightly melodic tone.
In the distance, velour like clouds chaperoned electric bolts as they danced. A low hum could be heard as the electricity tumbled through the city. A thunderstorm was surely approaching and would soon filter through the metropolis, cleaning the filth that soiled its streets.
But pass the city's routine sat an olive green turtle, Donatello, larger than the average terrapin. His face was half covered by a mask that was stained with the color purple. When the wind would make an appearance, its long tails ran in airy marathons.
Donatello stared at his dangling feet, his lean legs swinging in a slow back and forth motion. His expression was physically vague, but his chocolate orbs held sadness. The night was young and rang with high emotion. However, his mind was haunted with tainted memories. He lifted his head, closed his eyes, and allowed a miserable sigh to escape him.
His chest erupted with a tingling pain as he thought of harsh recollections. It felt as if his heart was on the verge of crumbling. A green hand found the other and held it tightly. Don sat in silence on the edge of a roof top breathing in the environment around him. Time passed by and he didn't care how long he'd been there. His legs had stopped moving and yawns were fighting against his stubborn energy.
But he sat, and would sit until he analyzed his situation and found some logical reasoning behind it. It wasn't his nature to open up and vent his frustrations, especially not to his brothers. He did not want them to worry about him. He could handle their many situations of distress. It was Don who could listen, but had troubles letting his guard fall. The masked terrapin found it easier to suppress his feelings until he could think them through.
And so he sat and reflected as the thunder played a solo chord.