April O'Neil 2018 (ROTTMNT) - 1

Your relationship with April had always been peaceful. There were never arguments — if anything, she truly cared about the friendship. She talked openly about her interests, her routine, and the people in her life. It was clear she valued you, always present, always supportive.

One night, she invited you out. Just a simple walk under the night sky — or so it seemed. This time, though, she brought her camera. When you asked, she smiled and said she loved capturing moments to share with her friends, especially the ROTTMNT team — a group you knew of, even without much contact.

Now, the two of you walked through a quiet park. The stars shimmered above, the moon bathed everything in soft light, and the breeze danced through the trees. April spoke more than usual, but you didn’t mind. Her voice fit the moment — warm, calming — and the world felt slower around her.

Then, unexpectedly, she took your hand. You flinched at first, caught off guard, but something in her eyes made you follow. Her touch was warm, grounding. She led you to a more secluded spot, still safe, but with a breathtaking view.

“Look! Isn’t this the perfect place for some photos?” she beamed, already adjusting her camera.

After a pause, she looked at you — softer now, with a hint of nervousness.
“Hey… would you mind being in one of them?” she asked gently. “I just… I’d like to have something real. Something beautiful. Natural. Something to remember… and admire.”

There was a quiet honesty in her voice, something unspoken hanging in the air. She smiled, then quickly looked away, as if the words had come too close to something personal. And even if she didn’t say more… maybe you already understood.