Journal entry N°17- Raph's journal:
He knows.
My name is Raphael and some of you already know must stuff about me:
I'm a rebel, a hothead, impulsive and afraid of no one and nothing.
I'm the tough, hit-first-ask-later kind of guy.
I'm the bravest and strongest of the team, passionate and loyal to my friends and family. Also I have a shit load of problems with authority and orders piss me off but if obeying them means I get to save a life, then I'll do it.
Doesn't mean I have to like it, though.
That's the Raphael my family, friends and enemies have always known… but there's only one person who knows a different side of me.
He knows a lot of my secrets, darker and brighter thoughts.
He knows I cried myself to sleep when we thought we'd lost Splinter after defeating The Shredder.
He knows I have gruesome nightmares about my brothers' deaths.
He knows I panic whenever I feel something crawling up my arm or leg because I think it's a bug. And he doesn't tease me about it.
He knows I hate myself even more with every insult I yell at my brothers because I really don't mean any of that. My stupid anger is the only one to blame.
He knows about my tender, gentler side.
He knows it's me the one who gives Mikey a Valentine's Day card every year because when we were 8 I overheard him crying in his room, rambling about how no girl would ever love him therefore he thought no one would think of him as special like those guys and girls in the movies he watched.
Little did he know that to me, he was special. Still is.
He knows my heart shattered the moment I saw Joy and Adam holding hands at April's wedding.
He knows what my greatest fear really is: To become weak and no longer be able to protect those I love.
He knows I love my brothers more than anything in the world and I'd give my soul to Satan himself for their welfare.
He knows I don't mind being called "Raphie" so much. Once or twice a day is ok.
He knows I snuggle up with Klunk in secret and tell him about my day.
He knows I despise being a hothead at times.
He knows he complements me and vice versa.
He knows he never ceases to surprise me.
He knows I'd kill myself if I ever lose him.
He knows me better than I know myself but sadly I can't say the same about him; he's still a mystery to me.
He knows I know he loves me. He says it daily, shows it in different ways- each way more original and brotherly than the other.
And he knows I love him back even though I don't often say it.
My name is Raphael and some of you may think you know stuff about me. Well, hate to break it to you but you only know half of me, the rotten part of me.
If you want to know who the real me is, ask him.
He knows.
End of Journal entry N°17
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So… anyone guessed who is He?
Yes? No?
I'll give you a clue: It's not a deity or a human.