Quite A While

by TJHECTOR


-Summary: "Nothing beats the dissipating feeling of lonesomeness. A room full of his own thoughts and anger. Emotions floating in the atmosphere, washing over everything, and dyeing it grey and gloom. Nothing shelters him from those dreadful sentiments but a simple presence of a friend. And now he has to face them on his own." A drabble on Raph's loss of Spike.

-Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT.


I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserve my friends.

—Walt Whitman


"…I mean, Spike doesn't even talk!" Mikey says. "Well, he didn't talk then. What's so special about him?"

"Ya don't understand," Raph mumbles and starts to walk toward his room.

"Oh c'mon Raph!" Mikey cries. "You gotta talk this out, bro! I'm just trying to help!"

Thanks for your help, Raphael thinks. But all he wants to do now is to shut his bedroom door behind him and be alone for a while.

Quite a while.

-O-

Yeah, Spike had always been quiet. But the most important thing about a friend is not about whether he speaks or not, but is that…you know that he is there. And Spike was always there.

Nothing beats the dissipating feeling of lonesomeness. A room full of his own thoughts and anger. Emotions floating in the atmosphere, washing over everything, and dyeing it grey and gloom. Nothing shelters him from those dreadful sentiments but a simple presence of a friend. And now he has to face them on his own.

Spike is still out there, somewhere, the mutant boy thinks as he lies on his bed and stares at the ceiling. I might see him again.

But it wouldn't be the same.

Well, I'll try to stay the same and be stronger. And when we meet again, I'll make a difference.

He has no idea of what that difference is, but, somehow, making the statement has made him feel a tad better.

He spreads his limbs as far as possible, wanting to feel comforted by the bed's warmness and the room's silence.

But he still misses his friend. And he will continue to feel the loss.

For quite a while.

—The End


-A/N: Okay, spectators, ignore me if you would because I'm gonna ramble now. There it is. A small drabble done after days of pondering on how should I get this out. I hope it's not too sloppy lol. And hey, sis, no problemo. Words have magic and they travel far.

*meaninglessly* Sunrise, sundown. Long live abstract language fascinators! Now's a shade of slate, tomorrow a tinge of gold.