The Tears Of My Soul

Disclaimer - I do not own TMNT or any of the characters therein. Some VERY rich dude does.
Rating - General audiences
Story Warnings - Emotional distress, Implied multiple character death (Don't like these topics? Do not read.)
Pairings - None (Don't like these topics? Do not read.)
Universe -2003 post SAINW (Don't like these topics? Do not read.)
Ages - Older April

Summary - April contemplates what has changed for her world, and herself.

The Tears Of My Soul

Three years.

It had been three years since the end of Shredder.

The air was no longer toxic. Crops were beginning to grow. The oceans were starting to heal.

So were the people.

They walked out in the open. They laughed. They smiled. Children played in the parks.

The planet was on its way to being normal again.

The Utroms had stayed to help, using their advanced technology to repair the damage done by Shredder.

It was working.

Birds filled the skies. Animals roamed the land. In a few more years, fish would be returned to the oceans.

The turtles would come first.

Bishop was out of hiding.

He had been instrumental in reforming what little remained of the world's splintered governments into a world ruling council.

Elections were to be held next month.

Angel was running for governor of the Eastern North America province.

Soon, she would be able to retire.

"Madam Prime Minister..."

"Yes?"

"You have a meeting in two hours."

"Thank you."

Just not yet.

Thunder rumbled in the distance. She watched as the clouds rolled in.

No, she couldn't step down, not just yet. She still had a job to do.

But soon others would take over, and she could go back to selling her antiques.

And heal.

She walked over to the marble headstones standing like silent soldiers around the flagpole. Fat drops fell from the sky darkening the white to a pale silver.

And each raindrop felt like a tear falling from her soul crying out for what she had lost.

Begging for what once was.

For what would never be again.

No. For now she would do as she must.

But soon... Soon it would be her time.

"Just a little longer, guys," she whispered to the sky. "Be patient just a little longer."

"Madam Prime Minister..."

"I'm coming."

Slowly she headed back inside. Returning to her duty. Doing what she must.

Like they did, not so very long ago.

Exactly three years.

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