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Here is a short story for you

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Plain talking could only take so far, even though it served us so well. Through out the years we have managed to never really trouble each other. We were the intelligent ones, the ones that were willing to over see the smaller portions of incompatibility. We always had managed to hold onto each others hands as we traveled down the path dangerous life that we live lead. No matter what I could rely on you being so young, pulling me out of my work and reminding me that I was not as old as my mind made me believe. In return I was always the one that reminded you that you were not just a leader, you were a turtle with needs and emotions.

What was the last activity we did together?

Do you remember?

You probably don't. We just had our first major fight and you were never one to truly forgive someone for hurting you. I didn't mean to hurt you. It had been an accident. April had slipped and fell on me when she had gotten smashing drunk. I was trying to get out from under her when she started to touch and kiss my skin. I kept catching her hands and shoving her face away from me. I really meant it when I said that you were the only one I would allow to touch me. But this was April... her mind was fogged with alcohol and she didn't know what she was doing and I didn't want to hurt her. So I didn't force her off as I should have. You came in and found her trying to go between my legs, my hands were on her head. I was trying to get her off but at the moment it really must have looked like something else... because your soul broke in your eyes and you turned and ran.

Did you know that I left her there?

When I caught up to you, you were yelling at me, screaming in fact. I can't remember our words. Why? Because what you said hurt, not your words but your voice. It hurt to know that I had been the cause of your voice to crack and your eyes to gleam with tears. We ended up shouting at each other. Why? Your tears that would not shed. I had never seen you like that before. You had always been so strong in spirit and mind. Me being scared, you being hurt... we ended up confusing each other with our useless banter. We both said things we didn't mean and eventually we separated, you back home, me to somewhere I could forget about you.

Do you know that everything reminds me of you?

The smell of rain on hot pavement reminds me of our first “date”. I remember it well because of where we went. It was a place outside the city, a field that was large and had just been baked in the summer sun. In the tall grass were vine choked cars, all old and rotting in the elements. You had been looking for a place like this so I could salvage everything I possibly could. You wanted to supply me with whatever my mind needed. But what we ended up doing was taking shelter in an old Chevrolet truck cabin when a storm came. The drops were heavy and thick, colored in the last light of dusk. That was the first time I ever initiated the kisses or touches. I knew you were disappointed in how we could not do what you had planned, but I loved that little place than you knew and I wanted you to know just how much I truly loved the surprise.

Flowers remind me of you too. Not because of something odd like the dish soap you prefer to wash our dishes in, nor the incense you burn. Flowers remind me of your soul... Apple blossoms to be precise. People would normally think of you and cherry blossoms because of your interest in the heritage that we have from Master Splinter, but you're not Japanese. You're American. Even though you try to loose yourself in the studies from which our master came you can't hide the fact that the little pet shop turtle you once were was hatched in these very vast lands.

Cherry blossoms are supposed to be poetic, each petal perfect in the varying shades of pink. They are viewed to be so sublime that a whole day of festivities were dedicated to just looking at the little flowers. Apple blossoms are not perfect. Their petals misshapen, petals white and never full. They stay perched on old branches that curve and knot like resting birds. But it is because of this that they are so much more beautiful. Perfection is not beauty. It is the flaws in something that make it attractive.

Don't you see?

Apple blossoms do something that cherry's could never do. Something special when it rains. When the rain comes down, knocking the petals down to the ground, they float like little boats into puddles, mixing together, clumping and resting. By the time a storm has finished crying, the spring land is covered with white. Fluffy and soft, warm to the touch. It's like snow, but in such a surreal way.

It's raining now, the apple blossoms in the park are already making white drifts around my feet. I can't help but watch as the small petals are plucked from their perch and sent to the ground. One flutters down to my beak, resting softly.

What was the likelihood that would happen?

“Don?”

Your voice is so soft. I know you're sorry, and that you're scared to find out if you had hurt me.

It's quiet for a bit, but I can hear you come up closer as I cross my eyes trying to see the petal that's now stuck to my skin.

“You know Leo,” I don't sound angry, because I'm not. I'm clam and more curious as to why the blossom petal won't fly off in the wind that suddenly gusted, “You're an apple blossom.”

“What?”

Of course that would be confusing to you.

You pick the petal off of my beak and my eyes feel funny when I uncross them. I just smile causing you to blush in that way that only I get to see. Tenderly I pull you in a hug, allowing you the chance to pull away. You don't.

We kiss as the apple blossoms and rain continue to come down in the gray storm.

Did you know that cherry blossoms leave quickly, disappearing into the grass and earth, while apple blossoms stay for much longer? They also tend to hold the scent of rain with them for weeks to come.

Leo... you're my apple blossom and I am your scent of rain.

END

Description
Here is a short story for you

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Plain talking could only take so far, even though it served us so well. Through out the years we have managed to never really trouble each other. We were the intelligent ones, the ones that were willing to over see the smaller portions of incompatibility. We always had managed to hold onto each others hands as we traveled down the path dangerous life that we live lead. No matter what I could rely on you being so young, pulling me out of my work and reminding me that I was not as old as my mind made me believe. In return I was always the one that reminded you that you were not just a leader, you were a turtle with needs and emotions.

What was the last activity we did together?

Do you remember?

You probably don't. We just had our first major fight and you were never one to truly forgive someone for hurting you. I didn't mean to hurt you. It had been an accident. April had slipped and fell on me when she had gotten smashing drunk. I was trying to get out from under her when she started to touch and kiss my skin. I kept catching her hands and shoving her face away from me. I really meant it when I said that you were the only one I would allow to touch me. But this was April... her mind was fogged with alcohol and she didn't know what she was doing and I didn't want to hurt her. So I didn't force her off as I should have. You came in and found her trying to go between my legs, my hands were on her head. I was trying to get her off but at the moment it really must have looked like something else... because your soul broke in your eyes and you turned and ran.

Did you know that I left her there?

When I caught up to you, you were yelling at me, screaming in fact. I can't remember our words. Why? Because what you said hurt, not your words but your voice. It hurt to know that I had been the cause of your voice to crack and your eyes to gleam with tears. We ended up shouting at each other. Why? Your tears that would not shed. I had never seen you like that before. You had always been so strong in spirit and mind. Me being scared, you being hurt... we ended up confusing each other with our useless banter. We both said things we didn't mean and eventually we separated, you back home, me to somewhere I could forget about you.

Do you know that everything reminds me of you?

The smell of rain on hot pavement reminds me of our first “date”. I remember it well because of where we went. It was a place outside the city, a field that was large and had just been baked in the summer sun. In the tall grass were vine choked cars, all old and rotting in the elements. You had been looking for a place like this so I could salvage everything I possibly could. You wanted to supply me with whatever my mind needed. But what we ended up doing was taking shelter in an old Chevrolet truck cabin when a storm came. The drops were heavy and thick, colored in the last light of dusk. That was the first time I ever initiated the kisses or touches. I knew you were disappointed in how we could not do what you had planned, but I loved that little place than you knew and I wanted you to know just how much I truly loved the surprise.

Flowers remind me of you too. Not because of something odd like the dish soap you prefer to wash our dishes in, nor the incense you burn. Flowers remind me of your soul... Apple blossoms to be precise. People would normally think of you and cherry blossoms because of your interest in the heritage that we have from Master Splinter, but you're not Japanese. You're American. Even though you try to loose yourself in the studies from which our master came you can't hide the fact that the little pet shop turtle you once were was hatched in these very vast lands.

Cherry blossoms are supposed to be poetic, each petal perfect in the varying shades of pink. They are viewed to be so sublime that a whole day of festivities were dedicated to just looking at the little flowers. Apple blossoms are not perfect. Their petals misshapen, petals white and never full. They stay perched on old branches that curve and knot like resting birds. But it is because of this that they are so much more beautiful. Perfection is not beauty. It is the flaws in something that make it attractive.

Don't you see?

Apple blossoms do something that cherry's could never do. Something special when it rains. When the rain comes down, knocking the petals down to the ground, they float like little boats into puddles, mixing together, clumping and resting. By the time a storm has finished crying, the spring land is covered with white. Fluffy and soft, warm to the touch. It's like snow, but in such a surreal way.

It's raining now, the apple blossoms in the park are already making white drifts around my feet. I can't help but watch as the small petals are plucked from their perch and sent to the ground. One flutters down to my beak, resting softly.

What was the likelihood that would happen?

“Don?”

Your voice is so soft. I know you're sorry, and that you're scared to find out if you had hurt me.

It's quiet for a bit, but I can hear you come up closer as I cross my eyes trying to see the petal that's now stuck to my skin.

“You know Leo,” I don't sound angry, because I'm not. I'm clam and more curious as to why the blossom petal won't fly off in the wind that suddenly gusted, “You're an apple blossom.”

“What?”

Of course that would be confusing to you.

You pick the petal off of my beak and my eyes feel funny when I uncross them. I just smile causing you to blush in that way that only I get to see. Tenderly I pull you in a hug, allowing you the chance to pull away. You don't.

We kiss as the apple blossoms and rain continue to come down in the gray storm.

Did you know that cherry blossoms leave quickly, disappearing into the grass and earth, while apple blossoms stay for much longer? They also tend to hold the scent of rain with them for weeks to come.

Leo... you're my apple blossom and I am your scent of rain.

END