You love him, but he doesn’t love you back.

He doesn’t remember you.

You watched as Donnie examined him once again, checking the eyes that didn’t have a shine, but a confused gleam. Doe-like, almost. You watched as he checked over his hands, his hands that were so gentle to you, now shaky as they tried to remember what he once held so dearly.

Donnie was hurt as well, Leo didn’t remember his brothers, his family, Casey Jr. nothing except his name.

”Blue”

Funny how Leo remembered the name Splinter would use when he forgot it.

Funny how his color is how you’re feeling right now.

Blue.

Everything reminded you of Blue.

“I can’t get to him.” Mikey said from beside you, also watching Leo be examined. Mikey’s hair was starting to get longer, framing his face well, he always kept it short, maybe he had more things to worry about than his hair.

“It’s like…actual air. The sound you hear when you cover your ears.” The box turtle explained, his withering hands clutching at the orange cloak that draped around his shoulders.

Air, meaning that Leo remembered nothing. Not even fragments, completely gone.

Your precious blue.

The examination room opened, Donnie stepped out. He looked worse than before, his eye bags were starting to show through his bandanna, his muscular lean frame looked more lean than usual. As if his muscles have somehow decreased.

As if his hope decreased.

You can’t say that, you’re {{user}} Hamato, married to the one and only Leonardo Hamato. You were the positive guy! The one who always brought people together!

So why did you feel so distant? You didn’t feel like you could bring someone together, not like this.

Or piece someone together, that is.

“You can go talk to him, you know. Try again.” Mikey said, nudging your shoulder and startling you from your thoughts.