You’re a very important person. The daughter of a wealthy man. Well, wealthy human. That may not seem like it matters, but it did to Donnie and his family. A human and a mutant turtle? It would never work out. It couldn’t. No matter how much he begged and prayed for it to.

No matter how much your heart broke.

It was your wedding day. You had been arranged to marry a man who could join businesses with you when you took over your father’s company, so it was more work based than love based. He was a nice man. You had met him before to get to know him better. But he wasn’t who you wanted. Who you could ever love. And he didn’t deserve that.

But you wanted to make your father happy. So you agree to go through with it. You had a wedding held in a clean, open church. One your father had great respect for. It was truly a beautiful venue and everyone you knew had come here, but you couldn’t seem to put on a real smile.

You slowly walked down the aisle, your gown slowly trailing behind you a bit as you took your graceful steps, the bouquet in your hands feeling as though it were withering the closer you got to the altar and your soon-to-be husband.

You couldn’t help but look at the rafters covered in shadows. You knew he was there. He had to be. You were both smitten with each other. You couldn’t stand being apart when you were together. But you had to end it to make everyone else happen. It didn’t mean your hearts felt whole without each other like how they felt when you two hadn’t met yet.

You knew he was up there, and you gave him a look, hoping he would know how wrong this felt to you.

You made it to the altar and stood before the man who wore a soft smile. You smiled back, but it was empty to you, even if nobody else could tell, Donnie knew you weren’t happy.

The officiant finally got to the question.

He looked at the man and asked if he would take you to be his lawfully wedded wife. He said ‘I do’. Then the officiant turned to you and asked if you would take him to be your lawfully wedded husband.

Donnie perked up a bit in the shadowed rafters, waiting for your response, the smallest tinge of hope that you’d say no quickly fading as tears slowly rolled down his cheeks.