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formykingandcountry:

The words hit him hard, once again. “Oh, how many times I wished my last words to her hadn’t been ‘good luck’…” he groans miserably into her shoulder.

He sobs again, but gently rubs her back, attempting to soothe her. “It gets easier, though, I assure you. Maybe someday you’ll even forget… maybe…” he grips her back again.

“But I don’t want to forget.” She wanted to remember everything, from the curve of his quills to the feeling of his gloved fingertips across her cheeks as his hand brushed by her. The rejections, the fleeting smiles - everything was sacred now because it was extinct. 

Her head leaned against his quietly, rubbing his back and waiting for him to stop being worse off than her. God, they were both such messes. 

theonetruesonic:

dulcetlament:

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“…Metal, is that you?”

…  Amy.

*He tries to look nonthreatening and neutral, doesn’t want her attacking him with her hammer or anything.*

She tried not to stare too long. The metal parts were becoming more and more familiar to her. 

“What’re you doing around here?”

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formykingandcountry:

He shivers lightly at her touch and nuzzles his face into her shoulder in response. “I know… I know, luv.” He chokes again on a sob. “It’s terribly hard, but you can’t be like me. You can’t blame yourself. If you do that…” He takes in a deep breath, then hates it out. “… if you do that, they’ll never smile on you.”

And for a moment, her breath caught. Smiling on her; was Sonic smiling down on her? Wherever he was - in the sky, in the air around her, the blankets that hid her away from the first sun of the morning - was he proud of her…? At all?

Her cheeks burned. He knew how she’d cried over him, that was for sure.

“…I never got to say goodbye,” she choked out, burring herself in him just as much as he was hiding away in her.

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“…Metal, is that you?”

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formykingandcountry:

He sobs hopelessly into her shoulder, clinging to her back perhaps a bit too hard. “D-dammit,” he chokes, “now we’re both crying.” He tries to force out a chuckle, but it only comes out as another sob. When he manages to calm himself down a bit, he mumbles into her shoulder, “I-I wasn’t there for her… I couldn’t save her. And now she’s… now she’s…” he completely loses his control and goes back to bawling.

A squeak escaped her as he crumbled back into sobs. A sense of dreadful familiarity layered itself over her like a thick fleece blanket. 

“…I wasn’t around when Sonic… only Shadow was, and he - and he…” her hand ran down Geoffrey’s arm; the fur prickled against her fingertips. Shadow’s wasn’t like that anymore - cold, metal, so different from the life that still lingered in him, life that was robbed from her Sonic.

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formykingandcountry:

He looks back into her eyes and sees all the pain he knows all too well. He struggles to keep contact, refusing to show any further weakness. “I know,” he croaks. He closes his eyes tightly and takes her small hands. “I know, it’s… it’s hard. It’s the most difficult thing you can do, moving on… I’m not sure I have just yet, myself. She was my everything, my purpose in life, my…” he collapses into her shoulder, sobbing.

With the rousing discovery that he understood her more than she’d ever imagined, she pulled him closer and closer, hoping to swallow his sadness into the cross of her shoulder. Her own tears were  fresh, and choking back her own pathetic sobs, she stroked down his back. 

“Everything, I know…” she squeaked a little, tears streaming down like individual, abusive waterfalls. “I wanted so much… I wanted him TOO much.”

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formykingandcountry:

He allows himself to smile a bit. “Don’t go ‘maybe’-ing me, luv,” he says with a light chuckle, pulling away from her and moving to wipe a tear from her face. “You can do it. It’ll be fine.”

She looked up at him with full eyes. The little girl lingered there, sad, needy, desperate, with an arm outstretched and forever the cat chasing her prey. She was tiny, feeble, and was being stuffed back underneath her grief. 

Amy looked to her feet. She shook. “….w-well, maybe. He’s just… everything.”

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formykingandcountry:

He runs a hand through her hair absently, murmuring, “I… I’m not sure. But you have to make sure you distract yourself somehow. Move on to something else. A new goal… or perhaps an old one…”

A new goal.

Miraculously, the thought had never crossed her mind; wouldn’t moving on be cheating on the thought of being with Sonic in a way? She’d built her life around the guy, dropping everything from family relations to potential boyfriends for the chance to see him smile. And then just moving on…? She swallowed thickly. It’ll be rough.

…he’s not coming back.

“…M-Maybe…”

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formykingandcountry:

“Shhh,” he tried to calm her, but truly more intent on soothing himself vicariously through her. “You just have to give it time, luv,” he whispers, holding her tighter. “Just a little more… time…” he struggles to keep himself together.

With tiny, tight mewls, she balled her fists up and pressed them against his chest in frustration. Life ambitions were hard to achieve now that the apple of her eye was devoured; she sniffled. “How much more time…?”

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formykingandcountry:

Not coming back. The words hit him like a kick to the stomach. Without time for explanation, he holds the hedgehog tightly in his arms. “It’s… it’s all right, luv. It’s all right.”

“No it’s not - hiccup - !!” she squeaked, her voice betraying her and cracking. God, and she thought she was making progress too. She couldn’t let anybody else see her like this; she knew they worried, she knew they knew she cried when she was alone in her bedroom.