Beautiful Nightmare
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The old man shuffled along the street, his cane sliding across the cement.
It was a cold night, but he didn't mind for it was a special occasion.
Looking around the street the man could see all the happy young faces, still so new to this world. Still Innocent to the harsh realities that life could bring you.
Going around the corner he spotted the little shop. He had phoned earlier to make sure they had the roses that he wanted. The roses were difficult to find in such colors but the shop owner new he came in every year on the same day,so they would always have them there for him.
Walking up the steps, the man made his way into the flower shop.
The woman behind the counter came over to greet him.
" good evening sir, how was your walk?" She asked with a smile.
" wonderful my dear, did you get my roses?" He asked, pulling the fedora down farther on his face.
" Yes! they're absolutely beautiful, would you like me to wrap them?" She said, slowly making her way back to the counter to grab the precious flowers.
"No dear that's fine, I'm going to deliver them now." He said with a smile, grabbing the flowers, he said his goodbyes and made it back onto the street.
He had a long walk a head of him, but he didn't mind the stars were shinning brightly for New York.
How he loved the stars. They always let him know that they were still watching him. His guardians.
Coming to the large iron gate,he walked in, closing it behind him.
"hmm, they swept the leaves up" He said to himself, slowly making his way around the cement stones.
The crisp, cold wind blew fiercely, causing the scarf around his old neck to come loose and fly away from him.
With a huff, the man followed the scarf, only to stop and smile when he saw where it had landed.
The scarf was caught on the old willow tree, with the three head stones underneath it.
Walking up to the tree, he grabbed the red scarf, tying it back around his neck.
Kneeling down to the three headstones, he placed the blue, purple, and orange roses on the ground in front of each grave.
"Hey guys...happy birthday." Raph whispered.
"s-sorry I haven't been here in a while"
Brushing the dust and grime from each stone, he stood, looking to his brothers.
He told them what had been happening in their absence, told them how much he missed them, and he told them how much he loved them.
" But don't worry guys, I'll be with ya all again soon enough"
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Hey guys! well what did ya think...I kind of felt bad writing this :'( but ya R&R what ya thought! Luv ya! Ruth.