Hello, everyone! I finally found a way to continue this story that I have written a while ago, and this is basically a prologue to the story, replacing the previous one.
Anywho, enjoy! :)
Have you ever wondered what it's like to lose a close relationship with someone that you love? Well I have, and I've been through it. If I'm being honest here, there's only one word to describe what it feels like: hell. In the beginning and throughout, everything seems like it's perfect, making you feel definite that nothing could ever go wrong. You feel invincible, that you could keep the relationship, no matter what happens between you and the other involved. Then when you least expect it, it happens.
Everything.
Falls.
Apart.
You wonder, what could you—the so thought invincible, you—have done wrong? What could you have done to lose something that you held so closely to your heart? What could have possibly caused this certain tragety upon yourself and someone who shared this used-to-be close relationship with you? Let me answer that last question. Not because I don't believe you know the answers, but because I know them like the back of my hand.
Jealousy.
Hate.
Competition.
Avoidance.
Separation.
That's it.
We had separated.
I never thought I'd see the day. The day where we would avoid each other, never speak a word to each other, and not even take a small glance in the other's direction. It was like the other was completely non-existent. But god, he is not non-existent. Not at the slightest. I've never spoken any word about this, and I am beyond determined not to for reasons that multiply every millisecond, but I've fallen for my brother, a countless amount of times. But like our broken relationship, it goes unnoticed. I wish he could see just how much I love him. I wish I could show him. I wish that I could spill out every thought and feeling that ever coursed through my mind. This very urge haunts my mind, invading it like a terrorist. And there's no escape from this attack.
I wish that we could travel back in time, back to when we were younger and everything was so much better. We never fought, only spending sweet, precious time with each other. Skateboarding together, sparring together, running through the darkened sewer tunnels together, and discovering new places to just talk about our everyday thoughts, letting out every syllable, stringing our words together in perfect harmony.
I never thought that it would stop. I thought we could carry on the dazzling relationship that we shared when we were just tots. But I guess that all good things must come to an end, huh?
Oh, I almost forgot. Where are my manners? Well ..
My name is Leonardo.
And this is the story of how I lost my best friend and closest turtle to me, Raphael.
