All right, I've decided to continue this fic and so here's the next section. It is a little short.
Disclaimer: I own no turtles, but I own the mother and Jack.
Every night…every night, he stopped above that alleyway, just to watch her. He would surreptitiously creep down into the alley and ever so distantly, comfort her by merely placing a hand upon her shoulder. Sometimes he even whispered something encouraging into her ear, but soon as she turned to get a look at him, he disappeared. He was a ninja; he could not be seen by anyone, even her.
He peered over the edge of the rooftop to see the young mother who just finished putting Jack to bed. He felt a small smile creep onto his face; she was sweet.
The mother lay down next to her son, looking up to the sky. She had to admit, every time she gazed up at the sky, she had a small hope she would see something beautiful. Maybe she would see the northern lights, or a shooting star, a distant planet, a constellation, or even a single star. However, every time she looked up, she was disappointed. She never saw any of those things, not even a star. New York just happened to be too polluted to go stargazing, too polluted to hope.
However, something was beginning to happen to her. She could see herself pulling from the depression that set itself upon her three years ago when the father left her. She did not know what caused it, specifically, but there were moments when she felt warm, raw comfort settling onto her. Where it came from, she did not know. Soon as she noticed it, the source vanished, and she was left alone.
Tonight as she lay upon her pile of rags, she whispered, asking the heavens above, "Who are you, and why do you do what you do?" Then receiving no answer she turned onto her side and surrendered herself to slumber's clutches.
The ninja stood in the dark of the alley, behind the mother and child. "I'm just a shadow," He whispered. "Just a shadow."
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