Never

All of them wanted it. Each brother wished dearly that he could make love to the other three. But they never told each other, because it was forbidden. They could never have it.
When Donatello woke up in the morning, his body was always proudly showing his desire. He choked it with a cold shower.
Leonardo spent so many hours in meditation that when he resurfaced, the candles had usually gone out and he was enveloped in darkness.
Raphael vented his feelings by killing. Every night he changed into a heartless red demon, feared for his lack of mercy to any criminal.
And Michelangelo? He hid himself behind comic books and video games. He didn’t have to look at what seemed so painfully obvious, if he was immersed in dreaming.
They all hated suppressing their love. It made them do things they detested.
Because Donatello loved warmth. Thick blankets, basking in the sun, long hot showers. Now every morning, all heat was sucked out of his body, leaving him cold and shivering.
Leonardo sought enlightenment. A light shining in his soul that would lead him. Yet when he opened his eyes, the room was always dark and empty.
All Raphael wanted was a little peace of mind. Stop the constant swirl of red and black, end the sinning. But he still went out every night. And he sinned even more.
Michelangelo wished for order. He wanted to uncover the secret and talk about it. They would figure it out together. But his brothers didn’t want to talk, so he kept dreaming.
The absurd and horrible thing was that it would always be this way.
Searching warmth in cold showers.
Searching light in dark rooms.
Searching peace in bloodshed.
Searching order in dream worlds.
It would never change because they could never love each other.

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