packing his bags with everything he owns, haphazardly throwing them in and not caring one bit before he leaves to get the children together.

walks to the children's room and gathers them up along with their things, bringing them to his and Antonio's room to finish packing.

decides he's going to go after Antonio, wherever that tomato bastard went, and bring him back. He needs him dammit...he's so lonely.

starts to cry quietly as he packs the rest of his things, grabbing the pen and notepad he set their and starts writing a letter, his kids

by his side and his stuff at his feet.

writes: "Antonio (you damn tomato bastard), If you come back and I'm not here, it's because I'm fucking looking for you." A few stray tears

_hit the paper and blur Antonio's name, but he keeps writing anyway. "You said you wouldn't fucking leave. So I'm coming after you.

I'll kill you this time, I swear. Love, Lovino."

crosses out the "love" and sets the pad and pen back down and sighs, letting himself cry for the first time in a long time.

picks up each of the turtles one by one, smiling at them and calling them by their names - Antonio Jr, Lovino Jr, Feli, Tomato, Toledo...

can't help but cry more as he remembers how good Antonio was to them, even if the fucking retard couldn't always remember their names.

pathetic for crying so much and wills himself to stop, finally standing up, ready to leave. He takes his bags out to his car first, throwing

_them in and heading back to get his children. As he picks them up, he walks through the house for the last time in what he thinks will be

_a long time.

shuts the door to Antonio's house as best as he can, walking to the car and putting the kids in the back.

sits in the car and starts crying again, unable to put the key in and start it up. He thinks that if he calls Antonio's cell just one more

_time he might pick up....just maybe. So he calls. No answer. Straight to voice mail. He doesn't even bother to leave a message.

calms himself down before driving off...to fuck knows where, for fuck knows how long...to find that damn bastard he loves so fucking much.