You were packing up the things you had from your rented room, you had your phone out next to you as you put the last box in its place. That place you had gotten when you had moved to New York was now completely empty when you moved in.

You were going back to where your parents lived on the outskirts of New York, still wearing the purple sweatshirt you had stolen from Donatello in the winter, your nasal things sniffing in a semi-bitter way at the scent it gave off. You hated thinking about him at those moments, it had been two months since you stopped talking to each other after that fight you had in the lab so that you left with an unbearable pain in your chest for the things that were said and since then he hadn't made contact with you, his pride was always greater with him.

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The boxes of your things were already outside on the street, the moving truck moving everything inside with care of your belongings while your father's car was there parked waiting for you to get in