When He Gets You Back (Donnie)

Donnie's POV

I had been stalking y/n home for the past 15 minutes, intent on talking to her. Yeah, it was creepy, but I needed to talk to y/n, to apologize to her.

She kept turning around suspiciously, making me have to duck behind trash cans, or different ally's. I don't know how she was able to move in her baggy sweatpants, and her sweatshirt that went down to her knees. Her hair was stringy, and mostly unwashed, and she had raccoon eyes from crying. She had also dyed her hair black, but it looked really bad, like she had dyed it with Kool-Aid.

Finally, she got to her house, and rummaged around in her pockets for a few seconds. Then she moaned, and banged her head against the door. Seeing as she wasn't by a lot of other houses, and I was wearing a large sweatshirt and baggy jeans, I stepped out of the shadows.

"Locked out?" I asked.

"D-Donnie?" Y/n squeaked in fear. I used the edge of a flat knife to pick her lock, and opened the door. She went in wordlessly, and I closed the door behind us, taking off my sweatshirt.

"Why are you here?" She spat, dumping her bag on the ground.

"I came back to apologize-"

"I don't want your apology's! The doors over there, don't you have to be with April or something?" Y/n asked, the venom in her words making me stagger backwards.

"What? No! Listen, y/n, I made a mistake by kissing April. I don't know what made me do it, or why I did it. I don't know why I got mad at you in the first place, because I said you could play with the chemicals in the lab." I pleaded with her.

"Save it! April just sent you over here for fun, didn't she?" Y/n asked.

"No! Well, ok, technically, but not for the reasons you're thinking of." I said, as she shot me a murderous glare.

"Oh yeah? What then, huh?" She demanded.

"She told me that I was being a bitch, that you were perfect for me! I don't know why I was being protective over my stuff, because I can replace it. But I can't replace you, y/n, because there's only one person that's perfect for me." I said.

"You broke me Donatello, don't you understand that?" She whispered, tears leaking out of her eyes.

"Of course I do, y/n, because however much I broke you, I broke myself more because I know that I was the one to make you go away." I said sadly.

Only know did she take me in. Her eyes traveled over the dark circles under my eyes, the rust starting to gather on my Bo staff, the twenty plus pounds that I had lost.

"Oh Donnie, what happened?" She whispered, stepping closer to me.

"I let you go y/n, and I didn't do it very nicely either. I'm sorry, and I know I can't say anything to get you back." I apologized, a few tears leaking out of my eyes as well.

"Donnie, of course, I understand. But things can't go back to the way they were, ok? We're going to have to start over, learn how to be around each other, alright?" Y/n whispered, drawing me in for a hug. I clung to her as she cried, and she clung back to me as I cried. But we were together again, and that's what mattered right now. I had y/n back again, finally whole.