He was a turtle
Intro
An old turtle was sitting in a dark, empty living room. The only light there was the light of six candles. One of the candles was bigger that the others. It symbolized something that had meant something for this turtle. It was green like the eyes of the woman who had been something really amazing in his life. The other candles were purple, red, orange, yellow and black. The turtle felt loneliness around him. His eyes had been full of energy once. Now they were full of emptiness. He had lost so many important people around him. He wasn't the same turtle anymore like he had been 600 years ago.
He saw his photo album and decided to look at the photos in it- once again. He had done that every day for 50 years. It was the only thing that reminded him of his happier life. He watched the photos of his teacher, Master Splinter. The turtle smiled. Master Splinter had always liked and supported him. His brothers, on the other hand, had been his best friends, but sometimes the turtle had had a feeling that they didn't want to live like ninjas. The turtle sighed. He had understood that they had wanted to live their lives very differently. He saw pictures where they had been really young. They had been a family in the sewers and team in a battle field. They had been happy together. He watched the photos and smiled. The memories filled his mind. Suddenly a photo dropped to the floor. He took and looked at it. It was a photo of April O'Neil, their friend who had died as an old woman peacefully in her home. The turtle remembered her and all the feelings to her. He had never said he had loved her. She had died without knowing what he felt. That fact had made him really sad, and still it hurt. Why had he been a coward? Why hadn't he dares to tell that to April? She had a right to know! He sighed. He knew the reason. He remembered it. It had been the only option. It had been the best and most sensible option.
He didn't notice that he fell asleep. He just realized that he was young again, and he was back in the sewers with Master Splinter and his brothers. He was practising fencing with Splinter, and he felt happy again.