M y. I n c o n v e n i e n t. T r u t h
He is gone. I don't know if I can go on anymore. He was my brother, my best friend, my protector. He never said anything, none of us suspected anything. That night, everything was the same, we watched a movie together for a change and he went to bed. I never expected this. Why couldn't I stop him, why didn't I know? Weren't there any signs that I missed, where did I go wrong, was I such a bad brother? How can I go on? He's gone forever and he's not coming back. God, why, why, why, why?
Michelangelo collapsed into a heap on his bed, sobbing, he was overcome with grief. Raphael was dead and he felt like his world had ended.
A few hours later, he began to write, to pour out his soul into his words, tears splattering the whit of the page, but he wrote on.
My world was turned, undone, destroyed
Spinning into space
I sat alone, with just my thoughts
And tears my company
How could it happen? Happen to me
This was someone else's nightmare
This was all wrong, how could it be, didn't anybody care?
An accident my father said
I knew that wasn't true
There was something else here and now, an inconvenient truth
And when I asked, confronted, begged
What I dreaded most was true
But In my heart I knew I'd known the shot was planned and done
And even though he's dead and gone
He loved me…this I know
He could hear something at the door, and the next moment, Leonardo was staring at him.
His eyes were red, bloodshot and heavy laden with guilt.
"Leo…?"
"It's time."
And Mikey smiled, a bitter, heavy smile.
"Okay."
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