"What is it?" Sera asked, concerns etched in her eyes. Her grey eyes. Those same grey eyes.
Randy loved those grey eyes. He didn't want to see them die out.
'Hold it together, Ninja. Hold it together.' Repeated the 14 year old 9th grader. Again and again in his mind.
Ahh. Dang it. His eyes betrayed him. They stung, so badly.
He wanted to cry so badly right now.
And Sera saw right through it. And of course she would. 12th grader, a ninja's possibly last mission. Of course she would see through him.
"Randell. If you do not vanquish the enemy within, you cannot deal with the enemy outside." Sera kept her tone steady, but warmth still oozed out of it.
Randell. It was only in moments when she was serious that she would call him by his full name, and not Randy.
A hand made its way to his cheek. Her hands were always cold to the touch. Randy flinched like an abused dog under it. Whether it was out of the sensation or the sheer magnitude of heartache he was feeling right now, he didn't know.
"My dear boy, tell me." Sera's voice oozed motherly affection. He wasn't looking at her eyes, but he could feel the love in it.
"Randy...look at me." Sera's other hand guided his face upward, having him gaze at her, as if an elder sister checking injuries her little brother ended up having on his face after a fight.
Her hands were cold, rough from the time she spent as a ninja, but still so, so gentle with him.
And then her grey eyes.
He couldn't do it.
Randy couldn't hold it together a second longer.
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P.S: The show's name is Randy Cunningham 9th grade ninja. Go check it out. It's pretty good. You might ask why I am writing angst about a cartoon 9th grader ninja mc? Don't. Idfk why.