My Life Turned Red

That Angry Turtle isn't Going Anyware

Lillie's POV:
I smiled as Raph and I walked hand in on the roof tops of New York.
"City growin on ya?" He asks.
"Maybe," I say, smirking at him.
      He rolls his eyes,
"Your parents okay with-" he struggled for the words.
     "They've come around a lot in the past few weeks." I say.
"Okay, let me know if they have doubts I'll-"
"Raph!"
"What?" He puts his arm around me, pulling me closer to his side.
      We finally come to a stop, the same roof we had stopped at when he had given me a tour nearly three years before.
      I swing my legs over the edge, watching the last of the sun sink below the horizon.
        Raph takes my hand, opens it and places something cool inside of it. I glance at him then at my palm.
        A small silver locket winks up at me, a turtle shell was hand carved into it, a single horizontal stripe of red painted through the upper part part of the locket; like his mask. I run a finger across the paint before opening the latch.
      A picture of Raph and I, I was on top of Raph's shell, reading a book. He was looking up at me, pure joy in his emerald eyes.
         On the other side the words You give me that feeling that the best books are written about, were carefully inscribed.
      I looked up at Raph, the stupidest smile on my face. He took it from me, moved my hair to the side and clasped the locket around around my neck.
        Resting my head in his side, I look out over the 'City that Never Sleeps'. I look up as I feel Raph's eyes on me.
      "Babe, I love you." He says, seriously.
"I love you too." Pressing a kiss to his lips.
      "What do you see in your future?"
"You." I say smirking at him.
    We sit in a peaceful silence, the stars drowned out by the city lights but the moon shone bright.