I always considered myself the calm person in our little gang. I always thought that I was the one that would always keep a level mind. To me, I was the untouchable. Pretty egotistical, I know, but I believed it was true most of the time.

Until she betrayed us.

I can't describe the pain that I felt being stabbed into my heart as I watched her emerge from The Black Knight. It was that moment when I realized that the love of my life...

...was no more.

I felt emptiness. Sweet, sweet emptiness. Like the coward I was, I hid. I hid from the world, I hid from from my friends.

I hid from her. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe we weren't meant for one another. But it still hurt. After all, it's not everyday your girlfriend turns out to be working for the bad guy. I thought it only happened in movies. Were her feelings fake? Was she using me the whole time? Was I just another pawn in her little game of chess?

Was I ever loved to begin with?

I sometimes wished I was handsome like Sly. That I could have the looks, charm, skill. I'm jealous of him, I'll admit. Even with his criminal past, he still found someone to love. A cop, even!

I chose to follow him. I chose my life of crime. I chose my fate. I chose to let her go...

But I don't want to let her go! I... I loved her. I still do. But when she tried to kill Sly, and I intervened, I knew she did not love me. After all, who could possibly love a crippled, weak turtle? Definitely not someone as beautiful as her.

Sly's gone. He disappeared, but we're still searching. That's where I am. Searching through my data, trying to find any sign of my friend. But my mind was trapped in her image. She wouldn't leave, and I tried to let go.

But I couldn't.

"I missed you, Bentley."

I scoffed. "You're not real. Leave."

She looked hurt. "But... I thought..."

"You're a figment of my imagination."

She bit her lip. "Why would you think I'm not real? I'm right here."

I sighed, and glanced away. "Because I don't want to be hurt anymore..."

She gasped. "Bentley, I-"

"Save it. I refuse to cry any longer." I turned back to my data. "Now, I have to find Sly. Leave, Penelope."

I heard her take a step closer, and she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Bentley... I'm sorry..."

It pained me to see her again. I wanted her to leave. "I'm sorry too."

Her head perked up. "Y-You are?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry I fell in love with someone who cold never love me back. I'm sorry that I had to fall in love with you, Penelope." I sighed. "Now, I have work to do."

I heard her breath shake. Was she...crying?

"Bentley, I love you. I always will. Please, don't let me go..."

I didn't want to let her go... I loved her, but I couldn't admit it. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was pride.

"Get out, Penelope."

She glanced up at me, eyes tear stained. She nodded, and vanished.

I waited a couple of minutes, before I broke into tears. I pounded my fist on my desk, cursing myself.

"I... I love you, Penelope."

I never wanted to let go...