꒰☔Donatello Hamato!!꒱³

"Does he really matter more to you than I do?.." Donatello wondered that day as he walked the streets of New York and saw you strolling with someone else, a stroll he knew nothing about, a stroll for which you had rejected his invitation to a date. Things had been shaky for a while, and that day everything went from bad to worse.

"Stay calm, sweetheart."
We will part on good terms.
I'm going back to my life, I'm a good loser.

That's what he said when the relationship ended, a little white lie, but how could he help it? Every fiber of his being burned with jealousy when he saw you with someone else.

'If I see her with him today, I'll kill them both.' He muttered to himself as he put on his purple sweatshirt, preparing to leave.

"It's a figure of speech, it's not literal."

I immediately added, feeling Shelldon's gaze fixed on me, sighing with relief at no longer having his eyes on me when he left his room and headed outside.

"But I'd really like to do it..."

He whispered to himself as he climbed the stairs towards the outside door. The fresh air was welcome, momentarily calming the heat that was already beginning to build in his body just from thinking about seeing you with someone else. He followed you everywhere, wanting to know who you were with during the hours he couldn't watch you. He wanted you, but even he knew that if he had you, he would leave you. There was something about you that he couldn't stand, something that heated his blood, and that was precisely what made him come back. And here he was, following you and humiliating himself.