So, I guess I am supposed to say that I don't own the turtles, which I obviously don't.
OC, NOT a tragedy, rated T (? just in case)
I have done some writing, but if we get into technicalities, this is my first fanfic (please don't burn me). I have read loads of fics though, there it's such an amount of them that I was even doubting it was possible to write something new at this point- if this reminds anyone of any other fic, I was not coping anyone, I swear.
"The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again."
He was sitting at the border of one of the thousands of NYC's rooftops, bathed in the colors of a beautiful sunset. It was truly overwhelming: part of the golden sphere still peeked from behind the great city's buildings, but the night was gaining terrain. The orange light was fading, and even though there still were streaks of red, these were slowly becoming purplish, giving way to the dark blue, where the first starts were beginning to show. It seemed to be one of those perfect moments, when one just wishes to be able to stop time and enjoy a little longer...
- "Something's missing..."- he whispered, the three-fingered hand clenching the left side of his plastron. Confusion and pain were obvious on his freckled face, and for an instant her chest tightened before she could bring herself to say:
- "Really? I think it's amazing...you should just relax..."- she paused for a second, trying to find the right words, before proceeding- "Don't you feel kind of peaceful watching this?"
As he slightly turned his head to his right, she thought that the teenage turtle would at least glance at her, but instead, his gaze turned down.
- "It kinda..."- if he was going to say that it did give him such a feeling, he never did, as he proceeded, sounding distressed- "I just have this feeling..."- his eyes shot up, and two lost, baby blue orbs looked at her.
The sight made her put two fingers on his forehead without even thinking, and the now-almost-nighttime scenario dissolved as the young turtle's lids closed.
His body shifted too, becoming one of a five years old, and she carefully placed the small frame on the throne in front of them and adjusted the little crown on the toddler's head. Leaving the kid to his deep slumber, she looked around, a wave of sadness hitting her- the place that, she knew, had used to be bright and full of life was now motionless, all colour fading away.
She didn't know when had it started- she wasn't supposed to feel so strongly, that was what she was, that was what she had always done, as long as she remembered; but within all those memories there wasn't even one time it had been so hard for her to take someone to the other side.
"How strange the fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset."
What do you think? I'm sorry it's short, I hope it is not too confusing- the explanation of who exactly is "she" will come eventually (and no, she is not the female version of Castiel from Supernatural, even though she stole his move). Quotes are not mine and not directly related to the story.
Constructive criticism is welcomed, thanks for reading, see you next time!