A/N: Warning strong feels ahead. I hated myself after writing this but I needed to practice my angst.
April wasn't in love with her boyfriend anymore.
She saw the attraction, sure, but it was not the same as when she was seventeen. There weren't any butterflies, no sparks, no longing, no rush, nothing.
Donatello was acting strange. He seemed to shut her out. More often than not, he stayed locked in his lab, even if she tried to convince him to come out and join her for some action. He no longer kissed her goodmorning and goodnight, no longer said I love you before bed, no longer greeted her with a peck on the lips. He stared longingly from time to time, but never made any moves.
She hated it didn't work out. After all the drama they'd been through, all the pain and sacrifice, it just wasn't meant to be. Even if she tried to lied to herself, the truth was too blatant.
So April packed her bags.
She knocked on Don's lab door. He responded with a mumble and she walked in.
Coffee cups, tools, and blueprints cluttered his desk. He lay face down on the surface, computer screen blinking "error" above him.
"Donatello, we need to talk," April said. At his full name, he sat up and examined her coat and purse hanging off her shoulder. Sighing, he rubbed his tired eyes.
"I speculated it would come to this. You're leaving me, aren't you?"
April fumbled her response. She wrung her hands.
"Yes, I am. Look, I'm really sorry, Donnie-"
The turtle held up his hand.
"It's alright. I get it. We just didn't work out."
She hated to see him acting like this, as if he was nothing more than a cheap remake of Star Trek. April placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah. But hey, there's plenty of fish in the sea."
"Except this turtle isn't amphibious," Donatello said, giving her a sad smile.
April hesitated. She really wasn't in love with Don anymore, but could she love him out of pity? He would hate it. She'd hate herself for it. Hopefully, he'd meet some other girl that wasn't freaked out by giant talking turtles.
He patted her head. "Don't you worry about me, though. I'm sure someone will turn up. Go ahead and find your soul mate, princess. I'll be here if you need me."
Donnie turned away from her. Meanwhile tears were spilling down her cheeks. He did still love her, but he saw that she was drifting away so he let her go. It hurt so much more knowing that.
"I can stay, Donnie. See if maybe it's just a dry spell. Maybe...maybe I'll-" April started, spinning his chair to face her. Again, Donatello cut her off. He looked at her, red eyes brimming with tears.
"No, I won't let you do that. I love you, April, and that's why I'm telling you to go find someone you love."
He wouldn't say anything else after that, just picking up a paper and staring blankly at a graph. April understood.
With one last glance at him, she turned and walked out.