I'm trying not to cry right now *sniff*. I look forward to the next chapterXD

I wish I could give you a hug, this is fantastic.

Yet, on the other hand; I kind of want to find something sharp and pointy cause I know you're going to make me cry.

This is exactly how I felt when my father was dying. Not wanting to see him, but going anyway, and realizing: He's still my dad--he's sick, sure, but still my dad.

This was written wondefully.

*sniff* This is amazing. A brilliant perspective on Mikey and his more serious, older side. You have captured the very pain and crushing sadness that a child must endure when their parent is dying. The feeling of returning to their house brought a melancholy feel to it, but the saddest part is that it won't be the same ever again. Great job!

Oh, you MUST finish this! It is so sad, and they way you write it is fabulous! I can feel every single emotion! Oh, PLEASE finish soon!

Tori, I just want to tell you again how very, very glad I am that you wrote this. For your own sake as well as the fact that it's an incredibly beautiful piece of writing.

And... yeah, there's a lot more I could say, but since this is a public review and all, I will leave it at that. *hugs*

Wow.

Absolutely wow.

Masterful! You've captured the final moments of what it feels like to watch a parent die. I've been down this road myself. It's weird. It's gut-wrenching. And there's a LOT of denial that goes on, too. A LOT. I can recall the very afternoon after my mom's memorial. I came home and went to the phone and dialed her phone number, an act born out of habit. When I realized what I was doing, I hung up before the other end began to ring. My brother lived with her and he had gone home, so - last thing I wanted to do was to explain WHY I was calling! Anyway, it was quite a riviting moment, you can be sure. Took a long while before that habit began to ebb and it no long pulled at me, too.

I liked how you had Mikey think 'No', but say "Yes" to Leo's questions.

I think the most poignant moment, though, was this - - - “This place's never felt like this before.”

He could tell by looking at him that Don knew exactly what he meant. His older brother's mouth tightened into a grim line. “It won't ever feel this way again,” he replied quietly.

Michelangelo's closed throat tightened painfully, and he knew tears were imminent. “But it...won't ever feel like it did before.”

After a moment, Don shook his head. “No. It won't.”

And April's remarks were just about right on, as well.

Anyway, another well done piece! Brava!

Be blessed,
Rene'

God, I loved reading this on TT, and I'm so happy you posted it here for the masses. You portrayed every bit of emotion in such vivid, realistic detail, I found myself thinking back to the many times I've lost a loved one. You draw it from experience, and that's greatly apparent.

Sometimes brotherly fluff can be overdone to death in fics like these, but you never showed a hint of it. Perfectly balanced and beautiful. God, when Mikey saw Raph walking in... that just tore my heart to shreds.

Bravo!

Much Love,
Ash