A/N I do not own TMNT. I only own my poetry and ideas, but I will always be grateful for the creation of our wonderful turtles.

This is it guys. The final chapter.

Love or Blood

Chapter 22: Water of my Earth

Raphael's feet pounded against earth. Calves cramping, lungs screaming, heart once again wondering if this time it would finally break beyond repair. He had been so stupid. He had let his guilt fester until it mutated into nothing short of sheer wretchedness.

Donatello had indeed helped cultivate Raphael's self-destructive behaviour. However, although the purple-clad turtle may have manipulated his brother's dark essence, thereby allowing it to slice into the one Raphael loved so deeply; it was not Donatello who planted these seeds. There were far more malevolent roots that laid hidden deep in Raphael's soul well before his brother's nourishing envy appeared. Yes, the conflict with the younger was draining, but the elder's near-impervious insecurities were far more invasive.

Those vines had trapped his heart and strangled his thoughts. Forcing him to choke out words filled with scorn and hatred, causing the one he loved most to be hurt, and now, she may never look back.

Raphael had believed his hidden fears had been dealt with – fought off by both April's affections and assurances. However, the moment they were given an inch, the belligerent roots dug deep, forcing him to push her away in fear of them cutting any deeper into his heart.

He had to stop them. He had to get her back. He had to find her.

For he could not bear to lose her, but time was not on his side – nor were the elements. The wind had strengthened, and as he raced onwards, praying that he had been right in pursuing her to that place, drops of rain began to fall. Yet, even as multitudes of drops began swarming and joining on his scales, the words from her note, now clenched in his hand, continually streamed through his brain while bleeding ink onto his hand:

"In that place of our kisses,
Your fishes were my wishes.
I cannot turn back that day's tide
While you reside in my mind.

Did flames burn all away?
This flicker inside may
be a false heart's beating.
Still however fleeting –
baring myself for thee
I prayed you saw me –
To You, it was nothing.
To Me, it was something.

Before I thought never would we be
and still, I wait – if only 'til three.
So come the cruel and wretched twilight
I will not quiver under your might."

His heart had a ceased beating the first time he read her words and left him speechless.

For April to write something like that… Something she struggled so deeply with… All because she knew what it meant to him… How could he have ever doubted her intentions?

Although this angel had spoken to him in his language, Raphael now realized with undoubted clarity how close he was to losing her, and he knew if she left him now, he would be forever altered. She would return to heaven, leaving him behind as a mere mortal eternally damned with regret. Never again would he have another glimpse at paradise.

The rain howled with the wind, and the sheer volume of water left the turtle imprisoned inside walls created from vast canvases of raindrops. The thicker the torrential sheets became, the more trapped he felt, which continually fueled his anxiety to find April. She was somewhere out there in the northern monsoon hurting because of him. Yet, by some miracle, she was still giving him a chance. Even in this driving downpour, she was letting him see her, and Raphael had to use the opportunity to set things right.

The rain steadily pounded down onto his scales and shell, but he did not slow his pace. His green feet squelched through thick mud, and slid through slick grass. His eyes were stinging from both rain and exertion, providing excuse for his tears born from a tangled and knotted mess of origins. Finally, when he thought his muscles would simultaneously seize in protest, he arrived at that spot.

For one brief, agonizing breath, he thought he had been wrong and she was not there.

His eyes scanned the sheltered tree line showing no sign of her slender form, but then he flicked his gaze to sandy beach. There, sitting in wet sand, in the pouring rain, by the edge of the water, sat April with knees to her chest and arms curled around them. Her clothes were soaked and her ponytail sagged from saturation. Drenched hair, no longer bright red, was now a dark, dripping auburn. Drops amalgamated to form steady trails down her pale skin connecting sky to earth, while small puffs of mist came with each warm exhalation.

She was Raphael's living, breathing angel.

If ever Raphael wished he could freeze time, now would be it. Then he could sit for eternity gazing at that seraph before he lost her forever. Time did him no favours. Raphael walked towards her, dread building with every step he took. Surely, this was it.

He paused beside her and her eyes did not leave the disturbed surface of the lake. A mirror with thousands of worlds rippling away with every second that passed. All he could say was, "Hey."

April turned and looking no higher than his knees, gave a quick nod before returning her gaze to the lake. Although deeply unsettled by this action, he tried to play it cool and brush it off with his infamous sardonic humour, "You know, when it's raining this hard, most sane people go indoors."

Silence.

Nervously, Raphael went to play with his bandana's tails to find them plastered to his shoulder. Prying them off he frowned, "Or since there's no lightning we could find a nice dry tree."

Silence.

Trying to keep his cool and avoid pacing, the turtle flopped down onto the saturated sand, "Or I guess we could sit on the freezing, wet ground and continue to get drenched."

Finally, April offered him a response. He was positively thrilled when it came in the form of another sharp nod. Raphael didn't know if he should feel anger or distress from her behaviour. On the one hand, she hadn't yelled at him to get lost, which was a good thing, but on the hand, maybe she was torturing him before she delivered the final, crushing blow. Either way, Raphael knew he had to keep his temper out of the picture if he was to convince her that he wasn't a raging maniac. Otherwise, he would have no chance of undoing the damage he had done. Besides, she had left him a poem, and girls didn't leave guys poems if they felt nothing towards them. Right?

With that thought in mind, he tried a new approach, "I got your note."

When Raphael went to release his fist's grip on the paper, he was horrified to see the rain had made the ink run and the paper disintegrate. April's olive branch to him was now nothing more than a handful of ink-stained, pulpy mush. He quickly shoved the blob into his belt before she could witness what he had done to her affectionate gesture, while inwardly berating himself for yet again being such an idiot. Plowing on as if nothing was amiss, "I read it. So I'm here."

Apparently, Raphael was a part of a one-sided conversation, "I liked it. I mean… It was a good poem."

Once again he went to play with his mask tails to receive a fistful of water, "I would have come sooner, but Leo came back. I think he's going to be ok now. I mean, he's still not all good, but he wants to try."

He felt like his heart would explode out of his chest. In his agitation he continued to ramble, "And uh… Mikey and Don are good too. Well, Don's not completely better, but he's getting there. Plus we talked, and we're good now, which is… Well good."

Raphael sighed in defeat. He just wanted this all over with so he could go home, get dry, and mope over the lonely existence that was now his reality for the remainder of his sad, pathetic life, "Look April, I know I don't have a lot to offer you. Besides the whole giant turtle thing, I'm moody, impulsive, and have some serious anger issues. I know I'm an ass, but it's not an excuse for how I treated you earlier.

"I was a total jerk and I definitely shouldn't have assumed that you knew we could hold our breath underwater like normal turtles. If I were you and hadn't known, I would have reacted the same way. I just… I just want you to know I'm sorry… I mean… I get you don't want to forgive me. So just say the word and I'm gone."

Suddenly, April was sitting in front of him, "Please don't go."

He blinked wide-eyed in confusion, "Uh… Beg pardon?"

Tentatively, she wrapped her right hand around one of his digits, "Please don't go."

Raphael was having trouble processing what exactly was going on, "Aren't you mad?"

She rapidly shook her head and he cried, "Then what's with the silent treatment?"

"I'm afraid."

Those big blue eyes met his and Raphael knew she was telling the truth. He curled his index finger around her hand, lowering his voice, "Why?"

"I'm afraid to speak," she rubbed her right bicep nervously, "I don't want to say the wrong thing. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"April…" He could not help, but cup her cheek with his free left hand, "You didn't say the wrong thing. Like I said, I'm the one who has been a total jerk to you. I'm… I'm the one you should be scared of."

Eyes widening in shock she gaped, "That's not true. I can't even begin to describe all the wonderful things you are. I could never be scared of you Raphael." She looked away in shame, "You're not the fire here."

The green-eyed turtle was stunned. After all he had done, and after all he had said, April still saw the good in him. So why did she look so miserable? "April…?"

She refused to meet his questioning stare. Instead, she released his hand and wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, "It was me Raph. It was me all along. I'm the fire. I'm the one who ruins all they touch and all they see. I… I try to be a good person, but I keep hurting everyone around me. First Casey, then Don, and now you… I don't deserve anything except the ashes I create."

He saw her shaking, but no tears fell. Suddenly Raphael realized that she probably didn't think she was worthy of even those tiny drops. She was so very wrong, "That's not true April."

Finally she looked at him square in the eyes, "Yes it is."

The turtle was at a loss. How could he prove to her how precious she was to him? His eyes landed on the lake, willingly accepting every drop that met its surface. Raphael nodded in its direction, "Look," a flicker of confusion crossed her face, but she did as requested. When she had settled beside him he continued, "When I was little, on days like these I used to sneak out of the Lair and watch the rain fall from the storm drains. It was the perfect time. I could get right up to the grate, and because everyone was always in a hurry to get out of the rain, no one ever noticed me. Still, I never stayed for very long. My absence would be missed, but if given the choice, I could stare at the sky all day.

"I used to dream about the clouds and how lucky they were. They could float anywhere and do whatever they pleased. They were free and I envied them. Yet every time I watched the rain fall, I couldn't help but wonder if I was missing something. Why would anything ever leave the freedom of the clouds? What made the raindrops always return to the earth?

"I know Donnie would explain it with temperature changes, pressure differences, and science you out until your ears bleed, and now that I'm older, I know water isn't sentient. Still, I never forgot that question, and until now, I didn't have an answer."

April turned to him with questioning eyes, "What is it?"

A soft grin touched his face as he wrapping one hand behind her head while the other took her hand. Looking into her startling sapphire pools he whispered, "Because water knows how much the earth appreciates it, and no one appreciates water more than the earth." He leaned forward until their foreheads touched, "You're my water April and I'm your earth." Raphael moved his head to give her a tender kiss, staying just long enough to heat the skin. As he pulled away he murmured, "And there's our fire."

Roses blossomed on fair cheeks, "Raphael…"

At the question in her eyes he shook his head, "We need fire April. It keeps us warm," her skin darkened further and he smirked before continuing, "It gives us light. It does create ashes from what it burns, but an ending is only a beginning under a different name. Both are needed and both can be good. So even if there's fire in both of us, I wouldn't want it any other way."

Finally, a loving smile danced across her lips. Raphael grinned and as he nuzzled her, he murmured, "There's my April."

The angel in his arms nestled her head on his shoulder inhaling his musky scent before whispering, "I'm "your April," am I?"

Raphael pulled back slightly, a frown creasing his mask as he looked at her, "Aren't you?"

April also leaned back, but did not fully leave his embrace, "What about Don?"

"What about him?"

She huffed in exasperation, "Raph, I don't want to be the wedge between you two, and I don't want you to eventually come to resent me for it."

His eyes softened, "Didn't you hear me earlier? I talked to him."

"Right," April snorted, "Because talking worked so well last time."

"This time was different. This time we actually talked, and he really is going to be ok with it April. I mean, he did say to give him some time, but he really did give us his blessing."

"He did?"

Raphael nodded, "He did. He said if you and I were happy, then he would be too."

April shook her head flabbergasted, "Wow. I didn't think he had it in him."

"Me either." The turtle nervously cleared his throat, "But uh… Overhearing our argument might have helped."

"He heard too?!"

The red-clad turtle sighed, "Only one who didn't was Leo."

The girl folded her arms, "Geez, can't even get five minutes of privacy around here."

"Hey," he chuckled, "you didn't have three brothers growing up. Consider it you paying your dues."

"Fine whatever." Then she frowned, "Speaking of a certain argument," Raphael felt his stomach roll, "We should probably talk about some of the finer points."

"Uh…"

"Don't look at me like that Raphael. We need to have a certain discussion."

In apprehension, Raphael found himself pulling ever-so-slightly into his shell, "I said I was sorry."

April cocked an eyebrow, "You're sorry?"

"Yes…?"

"Prove it."

The turtle didn't know what she expected from him, "Um…"

The red-head rolled her eyes, "Aren't you going to ask me?" He pulled his head up slightly. At his look of confusion, April smirked, "Come on Raph. For a tough guy like you, asking me to be your girlfriend should be a piece of cake."

She wiggled her eyebrows as the import of what she said dawned upon him. Raphael could not help, but give her a smouldering smile, "What, you don't want to ask me?"

"I could," she shrugged, "But I'm not the one with the trust issues."

He frowned, "I don't have trust issues."

April stood her ground, "You're the one who flew off the handle making all these assumptions that I thought you were a monster or that I only care about physical appearances or all this other shit that I told you I don't give a fuck about!"

Raphael snapped, "Hey, you're not the one who grew up knowing he was a freak!"

"Huh. Well, how about we take a step back shall we?"

He grunted, "How so?"

Piercing blue eyes made him inwardly cringe, "Have I ever lied to Raphael?"

He didn't like where this was going, "…No."

April continued to pour ice into her stare, "And have I ever given you reason to think I was lying to you?"

He sighed, "No."

"See! You have trust issues!"

Raphael folded his arms, "Fine, I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "Not good enough Raph."

Sharply, he looked at her, "What the hell do you want me to do April?"

"I need to know you trust me."

"I do trust you!"

"Saying is different than meaning."

He growled, "Well what am I supposed to do?" Adding sarcastically, "Play trust games?"

"You know," April tapped her chin thoughtfully, "That's not a bad idea Raph."

He really didn't like where this was going, "Are you kidding me?! That's a terrible idea!"

"Get in your shell."

Raphael cocked an eye ridge. She could not be serious, "No."

She stood up, "I said get in your shell."

"April," he now made every effort to keep his neck fully extended, "It's pouring rain, I'm cold, and it's going to start getting dark soon. Can't we just go home?"

He went to stand and froze half-way up when April shot him another icy glare, "Raphael, get your turtle butt in your shell or I'm going to have a hell of a lot less trust in you." She paused to ensure he felt every bit of her raging blizzard in his gut, "And you do not want that."

Raphael then had no problem rolling onto his plastron and withdrawing into his shell. Too bad it was as cold and damp inside as it was outside. After a few seconds he called out, "Remind me again how this is supposed to build trust?"

"I'm going to move you, and you have to trust that I won't do something awful to you while you're in such a vulnerable state."

He definitely did not like this idea. He stuck his head out slightly, "Uh April…"

Raphael discovered even within the dark interior of his shell he was not safe from April's fury, "Get back in there!"

For a while he stayed put, curled up in silence trying his best not to moan or shudder every time she inadvertently rubbed his shell. After several minutes of listening to the unrelenting tapping of rain on his shell and consciously noting that he had not moved, he called out again, "If you're not going to move me, I'm coming out."

April grunted in response, "Just give me a second. I just needed to warm up."

He rolled his eyes, "Right…"

"Just be quiet!"

Raphael bit his tongue to keep from retorting and mustered what little patience he had left. Both the cold and missing another night of sleep was making him drowsy. He could not help but long to see his nice warm bed. After what had to be at least ten minutes – of him resolutely not moving – he risked April's wrath to ask, "So uh… Can we go home now?"

"…"

"April?"

He frowned when she didn't answer. Raphael knew April was still there – he could feel her on his carapace – so why wasn't she responding? Very carefully, he inched his head out of the shelter of his shell hoping the red-head wouldn't catch him sneaking out again. Once his head was fully extended, he turned to where he knew the girl sat and felt his eyes widen when he finally caught sight of her. She was kneeling in the wet sand beside him with her arms folded on his carapace. He could not see her face because her forehead was laying on her arms. For a moment he wondered if she was sleeping until he realized she was gently shaking. April was crying.

Despite the rain, when the turtle saw her lift her face away from her arms, there was no doubt she had been silently bawling on his shell. Raphael felt both mildly horrified and strangely pleased. He hated seeing her in pain but in a weird way, knowing that he could be there for her when she needed him had left him feeling strangely intimate with her.

Raphael did not care if April yelled at him for coming out, he did not hesitate to eject his limbs and quickly sweep her into his lap. He murmured into her hair, "April, it's ok…"

April buried her face into the crook of his neck, "Oh God, I'm so sorry Raphael. You must think I'm so gross crying on your back like that."

He cooed, "Hey… Hey… Shh… It's ok." He chuckled gently while rubbing the small of her back, "I'm wet back there anyway."

After a few minutes of holding her tight and whispering words of comfort, the shaking finally began to ease prompting him to ask, "You ok?"

The red-head pulled away slightly to allow her watery blue eyes to meet his compassionate green, "It's just been a long day." She laughed slightly, "Here I was with this great plan to move you over to the trees," She nodded in their direction, "And when I went to move you, suddenly I realized I couldn't."

He frowned, "Why not? At least I can pretend to be dry over there."

She shook her head, "No. I actually physically couldn't."

The mutant turtle scowled, "This is pretty bad timing for a fat joke April."

"I'm being serious!" she exclaimed, "How much do you weigh?"

He honestly didn't know. It wasn't like they checked that often. Sometimes Donatello would go around taking their measurements just for curiosity sake, but since they had no other mutant turtles to compare with, the data was pretty useless. Raphael hazarded a guess, "I don't know… I think last time Don weighed me was about a year ago. I think I was around 350 then (160 kg my metric friends). Might be heavier now though cuz I think I've grown a bit, plus I've been putting on more muscle since we got here."

When she just blinked wide-eyed at him he groaned, "What?"

"That's just… More than me…?"

He snorted, "Gee no kidding? Maybe it's cuz you've got noodle arms." Raphael's tone became serious, "You still haven't answered the question. Why were you crying?"

She sighed resting once more into his chest, "I kept trying to move you, but I couldn't. I got frustrated and then when I was looking at your shell… I… I realized how close I was to losing you, and I… I just couldn't bear the thought. I guess then it all came out." She sniffed, "Ugh, I'm such a cry baby lately!"

Overcome with the impulse to have her close, Raphael tugged her tightly against him. Softly, he murmured into her hair, "I was scared of losing you too."

April whispered up from his plastron, "You were?"

He quietly admitted, "I'm still scared."

Blue eyes gazed at him, "I'm not going anywhere."

He sighed, "I know you aren't… But I'm scared anyway."

The red-head tilted her head, "That doesn't make sense."

"Who said love makes sense?"

April pulled away to meet his eyes, "Raph?"

Emerald eyes widened, "Aw shit. I mean uh… I know we just started dating… I didn't mean to freak you out… Maybe let's just-"

April cut him off by smashing her lips against his. Then, there in the pouring rain, Raphael knew without a doubt she felt the same way. Yet, she knew what he still needed to hear, "I love you too Raphael."

A soft grin lit up his face, "Yeah?"

She nodded, "Yeah. Besides we may just be "official" now, but we have known each other for years."

He nuzzled her again, "I guess you're right."

"You know I am."

They kissed again and became lost together in the rain. After several minutes of gliding fingers and wandering lips, Raphael found himself shivering – partially from her administrations – largely from the damp chill that was gradually progressing deeper into his body, "Can we go home?"

She smirked, "What I'm not hot enough for you?"

He involuntarily shivered again as he rose, "Give me a break, April. I am a reptile."

April gave a teasing smile as she followed suit, "Don't worry Raph, I'm getting cold too. First thing I'm doing when we get back is filling up that tub with hot water."

As they directed themselves towards to farmhouse, he frowned at her remark, "Sure make the cold-blooded guy go second."

The red-head snaked warm fingers into his left hand and gave him a flirtatious smile, "Whoever said I was taking the bath alone?"

Raphael found himself feeling slightly less cold already, "Gonna heat me up are you?"

She squeezed her fingers, "I think I can handle the challenge."

Not halting their progress along the saturated earth, Raphael nipped at her throat, "I like it when we both win."

He loved her purr of contentment, "You and me both tough guy."

For several minutes they continued on the path offering each other coy grins, stolen kisses, loving nips, and gentle squeezes. However, upon coming into sight of the farmhouse, Raphael was reminded of his earlier discussion with his brothers, "So now that Leo's on the mend, we're gonna start planning."

She glanced up at him, "Yeah?"

He nodded solemnly, "We need to go back."

April gave his hand a tight squeeze as they walked up the porch steps, "Then we'll get ready together."

Entering the house, the couple could hear voices from the kitchen. Raphael put a finger over his mouth before gathering April up into his arms, bolting up the stairs, and retreating into the bathroom. Once the door was locked and April was back on her feet, Raphael dropped his ninja stealth to quickly shake his body relieving it of excess water. April squealed, "You couldn't have done that outside?"

He smirked, "What's the problem? You're soaked anyway."

April rolled her eyes as she turned the taps releasing a hot stream of steamy liquid magic. Content that the basin was filling with water of an acceptable temperature, she turned to see Raphael already free from his mask, wraps, belt, and sai. She smiled shyly at him before stepping onto her tiptoes to kiss him briefly before settling back on the soles of her feet. April moved his large hands onto her waist, "Help me get these wet things off?"

He felt his scales warm under her touch. Giving her his own tiny grin, he placed his large fingers under her shirt and eagerly began the mission set before him. After pealing each piece of sodden fabric from her slight figure, April spoke as she turned off the faucets, "I have a question."

He tilted his head at her, "Yeah?"

April grinned sheepishly, "Just out of curiosity, how long can you hold your breath?"

He mimicked her smile while still silently wondering how he somehow managed to not lose the celestial maiden before him, "Pretty long."

Flashing her blue eyes alluringly, she quirked eyebrow, "So… Would I be impressed?"

Raphael swept her up and whispered in her ear, "April, once I get you in that tub, you're never gonna doubt me again."

The turtle stepped into the warm water with his angel. As he delicately lowered her into the water, sapphires met emeralds once more before both melted under the heat of each other's fire.

Under the cloudy North Hampton sky, if only for that moment, all was right among the inhabitants of that tiny farmhouse as Water rejoined her lover, Earth.

Fin

A/N Guys… It's over… I… I DID IT!

When I first began this fic, I knew it would be a challenge, but I am so so glad I stuck with it until the end. I am also so thankful that I had so many readers and people who came to share my appreciation of Raphril. Mind, let's be honest, this fic touched on a lot more than said couple. It was about all of them, and I think, in large part, that's why I managed to make it work.

Still thank-you so much for taking the time to read and review my work. I want to especially give a shout out to all of those who commented regularly (you know who you are). Every review of course is loved, but knowing that there are those out there eagerly cheering you on as you go makes all the difference.

Don't worry, I still have a few fic ideas still rolling around (I should probably spend a bit of time on "Threads" XD), including more Raphril, and some other projects I've been working on here and there. So hopefully I'll see some of you again soon. Thank-you once more for all your love and support!

Diporae

To my lovely reviewers – for the last time here :'(

Terri: I still can't believe I'm finished… This fic has been so much fun, and I'm so glad I had a fan like you regularly giving me feedback. The ending probably wasn't a complete surprise (there was no way my Raphril ship was not going to make this a happy ending), but hopefully I still finished strong. I actually do have some more potential Raphril arcs floating around in my brain (plus some smaller stuff). I can't guarantee when they'll show up, but hopefully we'll cross paths again through our mutual Raphril love! Take care =)

majishan: Thank-you! I totally live for writing scenes like those. Also thanks for sticking with me since the beginning! I'm super appreciative to have a fan like you giving me regular updates =) Hopefully I'll see you around in the future!

Mr.E: Awe… I'm glad I've had such an impact! I know have really appreciate all your feedback and taking such an active interest in my work. I still can't get over how popular this ended up being considering in the past I just hung out in my little secluded corner of fanfiction just writing for the heck of it. Of course I shall still continue – I have too many ideas in my head not to – but I have to say having fans like you has really made the experience unforgettable =)

kamilialoveboysloveyaoi: Thank-you for reading! Hopefully you enjoyed the ending!

.790: Wow. Thank-you so much, that really means a lot to me – both as an author and as someone who has known what depression is capable of for much of my life. I understand what you mean, after all, I wrote thousands of words describing mental illness and I know that it's only the tip of the iceberg. It's such a confusing and convoluted experience, and I desperately wanted to try and convey to those that there are those out there who understand what they're going/have gone through. That and I wanted to try and shed some light to those who have never experienced it what it feels like.

I got to say, when I started this fic, it was born out of pure motivation to make 2k12 Raphril somehow plausible and believable. Then I started really digging into each character and found myself filled with such a much larger story. What originally was just a mere one-shot, "Struggle," turned into this and I am so glad that it happened because there definitely was a much deeper tale wanting to be told. I guess I could say it was a very cathartic experience writing it.

Anyways, sorry to have rambled – I always get so excited when I respond to you guys – but thank-you so much for reading and sticking with me to the end! Take care of yourself =)

Komnenid: Yeah… It'll be strange not having this thing endlessly tugging at my brain, but don't worry now that I have rediscovered my love of writing I will not abandon it! Also, I do have a draft for your gift fic, but I haven't had a chance to edit it… That and it kinda ended up being waaay longer than originally planned. As it like 7000 words later… *Head desk* So more Raphril is on the way, and will appear hopefully soon. Also, thank-you again so much for all your reviews and comments. I know I've said it before, but I really do appreciate it. Take care and I'll see you around =D

ThePastReliesOnMemories: I know what you mean… It's hard to not lose perspective sometimes. I'm glad you've enjoyed this fic so much! Thank-you so much for all your reviews and sticking with me until the end! Take care =)