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prompt: betrayal

And if he continues to sit here, in the middle of Donnie’s perfectly kept room with his sheets tucked down the sides of the bed and his clothes folded neatly over his chair ready for the next day ahead, and his book with his mark of his last page still waiting for him, Leo can pretend that his body isn’t on some lab floor right now, or on a cool metal table or wrapped up in plastic waiting to be disposed in some unmarked grave.Because when he digs deep, reaching into that hard to find place, it doesn’t feel like how it’s supposed to feel losing a twin; the air is warm and the sky isn’t a total nightmare of reds and black swirls as the Krang’s world continues to spill into theirs.If Donnie is truly dead, shouldn’t he have felt it by now? A cosmic shift in his whole universe? Was this just his heart just betraying the rest of his body?