!!CURRENTLY ON HOLD!!Bitter End - A Donatello and Reader love story.

Monday came.

(Y/n) PoV

Our young protagonist had spent a somewhat decent night of sleep due to the anxious thoughts of soon leaving her homeland. As per usual, she woke around the tenth hour of the morning.

Having prepared the night before the clothes she would wear today for her outing, she simply put them on, brushed her teeth and did her hair and went up the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast.

There, finishing a healthy breakfast for all the family, she saw the reason of their departure. The man in question was pressing oranges for their juice.

The younger child held no hatred towards the father, but rather, towards the mother for forcing her way of things. Was her husband even happy at the prospect of working once again, only this time just for a couple of years?

Without further ado the little girl joined the table, took her seat and served herself.

In just two days they were going to leave their home. This house were they had lived for ten years. The had moved in when she was about ten years old. The first ten years had been lived in a previous house where she had grown and learned since she was born.

When the family had moved the first time it had already been hard on the young girl as she did not want to leave what she saw as a very important place in her live. It took quite some time before she came to terms with this new environment.

And now that she was going to completely change continents? How was it going to be? Surely it would be even harder on her. It already was.

As she was almost done eating, the young child came to the realization that the rooms were much more empty and void of their furniture. It reminded her of the first time moving out.

She didn't like this feeling.

Empty.

Being reminded that you were to leave soon could have possibly brought you to tears but you thought better and kept it to yourself. Besides... it's just a moving out and surely your mother would tell you that it's not that much of a big deal. That if you were so un-happy, you could always try to earn money to come back on your own.

Because apparently, since the argument between you two, your mother had grown the intention of possibly staying over there and spend her retirement in this new country.

Either that or going to Spain with your father for said retirement.

She had decided it would be up to your brother and you whether you or him came back to this land or go anywhere else in the world.

It's as if she didn't care at all. Yet, if you were to tell her that, she'd tell you it's with the intention to give you and your brother your own freedom of choice.

No care.

Freedom and choices.

"Ma, I'll be hanging out with my friends in about two hours. Okay?"