A week has fully past since I have heard from Shelldon. I was constantly anxious while at work and before I would try to go to bed. The constant thought of not hearing from Donnie was torturous. I am nowhere near a threat; I am basically a Warren Stone. The only thing that kept me sane was re-reading past messages to live in the moment of bliss once more. Night has fallen as I continue to wait for a knock at my window, I keep looking at it as if Shelldon would just magically appear. It is 8PM, it might still be too early, no one really goes to bed at this time.

9PM, I am more anxious than ever, this is the golden hour. I am giving Shelldon a decent window between 9-12am, just in case something goes wrong. I try to play video games to help the time pass, playing online with others helps to keep me entertained. After playing a few matches, I looked at my clock and groaned.

"It's only been forty-five minutes?!"

My groan was so loud that I think my whole building could hear me. I am so impatient but also nervous.

11pm and still no sign of Sheldon, everyone has got to be asleep by now, right? It's not like it is the weekend. Shelldon should be on his way by now, it's not like he could have gotten lost. I was beginning to pace physically and mentally. This was not healthy, but I felt like my world was slowly crumbling the long took to hear from him.

Midnight and nothing. I have slowly given up hope. I cannot blame Donnie for not want to reach out anymore, but it still hurts. I know that even though his family does not trust me, surely, he does. Shelldon didn't lie to get my hopes up about how Donnie felt for me did he? Why would he do that though, to make me feel better? I finally decided to cut my losses and turn off my bedroom light, a tear escaped as I let it trail down my face. Defeated, I crawled into bed and looked over at the purple hoodie that I gave to Donnie in my closest. Memories of his smile flooded my mind, making me finally cry into my sheets to sleep.

Light has enveloped the room, morning has come. I did not want to get out of bed, so I called off from work. I have ever felt so heavy and exhausted. My tears soaked my face and my pillow, I must have cried for a few hours before finally passing out. I pulled the covers over my head to keep the light out, I laid in silence, hoping for my emotions to finally even out.

Tap tap.

Tapping? No, it must just my mind playing tricks on me, it is still early in the morning.

TAP TAP TAP.

I must be going officially crazy; I want it to be real but there is no way it-

"Y/N, are you there?"

SHELLDON!"

I hopped out of bed and ran to my window as fast as I could, letting him inside.

"SHELLDON! I am so happy to see you!"

I give him hug to his surprise as he tries to adjust himself.

"Oh! W-well it is nice to see you as well! I am sorry for being late, but Donnie had something to do for you."

"What do you mean?"

"He upgraded me, versus just having you listen to my voice, he wanted to make this more personal. Donnie worked overtime on me and unfortunately overslept before ordering me to send me over here last night. Let me show you!"

A light purple projection of Donne protruded from his optics; it was like as if he was standing right in the room with me. There was a 'press play' feature overlaying him. I slowly pressed it and the recording started. Donnie seems bit distracted before he says anything and pretty exhausted.

"Ahem! Ok, here we go AGAIN! Hi, Y/N, as you obviously know by now, I'm indeed grounded by my parental unit. I am unable to contact you through more convenient means of communication. However, I was inspired by your idea and thought, let me add a bit more 'excitement' to this situation. Versus Shelldon communicating to me on your behalf, I figured I rather hear your voice and see you instead. After this recording is up, feel free to respond as you wish!"

There was a long pause, so I assumed that was the end, but it was still going. His expressions kept changing while he was thinking of what to say next. Then he looked quite serious.

"Y/N…it has been a bit tough for me this week. I cannot really focus on anything; my mind has been blank. I feel like I am missing something in my life. You have made a difference in me that I did not notice until…all of this. I feel so frustrated that I could not give you the help that you need, even more annoyed that I cannot be with you right now."

He grips his hands tight while speaking and looks into the camera as best as he can.

"That morning…when we last saw each other, plays in my head like a bad and rather catchy pop song. Sure, it was a rather awkward scenario, but I felt happy, I WAS happy. I live a lonely life, despite having my brothers, Dad and April. When my folks are asleep, I am awake most times and April and I are good friends but that is where it stops. You make me feel…something inside and I want it back. I NEED you back. I-I am going to do what I can on my end to convince my dad to give you a chance, once things die down a bit."

He walks a bit closer to the camera, as if he was walking straight towards me. I couldn't help but move closer to his projection as well and was compelled to try to touch his plastron again even though he just phased through my hand.

"I care about you so much Y/N, I looked forward to hearing from you every day. I did not care how boring your day seemed to you; it was just nice being able to communicate with you. I loved knowing that you were safe. I would try to steer off my patrols to get closer to you, but my brothers are watching me like hawks and would even take my route instead. I just want you to know, I am not gone, not by a long shot."

I smiled so hard that I felt like my face was about to rip apart. I covered my face, temporarily hiding my enjoyment. The recording soon ended and Shelldon shook his head.

"Whew! That hurt my eyes a bit. So, you ready to record your message?"

"Wait, that was a lot to take in, I do not know what to say just yet!"

"Just say what is on your mind, I will edit down what I think is important bits. Trust me."

I nodded as Shelldon prepared to record my confession. I had so much to say but knew that I did not have much time to do so. My mind was all over the place once more. I had to take a deep breath and re-center my focus.

I was ready.