Long after Leo had died, your injuries had healed, but you weren't the same as before. Nobody was, really, but he was yours. YOUR Leo, and he was gone. But you kept going, because you know he'd want you to, and if it was him you know he'd do the same, like he always has.*

You were quieter. Didn't sleep much, ate less to save the food for others, and used the brothers as your 2nd hand and a shoulder to cry on because they understood the pain as well as you do. It was quiet the day he died, and you lived.

You were on another mission years after, one regular mission to obtain a captive member and get home asap, but it went just as wrong. You remember waking up in the field of dust, hearing a loud ringing as soldiers fought kraang, and you saw Donnie standing over you trying to keep you awake. You remember waking up in the same for Leo died in, and you remember looking at the monitor and seeing a bright light, and hearing leos voice. And you smiled as the line went thin and you passed away that night.

Being dead. What a life we lived. And as your eyes opened you swore you would see the cot and crying faces, but instead you were floating in stars. And there he was, Leo, your precious man right in front of you, not in his usual war attire but instead a white robe to make his figure seem more cozy. And.. you were there too. He turns, sees your face, and.. everything stops.

“My.. my love..?”