Come with me - r. Hamato

"I've always been told 'You can't love someone unless you love yourself.' But that's bull shit, because I have never loved me. but you. oh god I love you so much i forgot what hating myself is really like. I've always been a half empty glass, but I finally understand what it means to be full." I finished my word vomit and looked to my shoes.

Raph held out a hand to me, winter had turned over to spring. the last time he held his hand out to me on my front porch it was snowing, and icicles hung from my gutters. now pots of morning glories hung, and a slight breeze kept us cool from the growing tempters.

"Come with me."
He held out a green three fingered hand to me his green eyes sparkled. They reminded me of the green grass outside my childhood home.

My home.

I couldn't possibly leave my home, my safe haven to a place where there is danger around every corner. But I couldn't possibly let this newfound hope leave. A hope that a new me was emerging from the deep cold cervices i had been in so long.