SONAMY Story, Final Chpt. 15 ~Chapter 15; Final~More Like This
Slowly Amy's conscious came back to her. Before her eyes opened her ears could hear. And what they heard was no longer the calm strumming of the old cat's guitar. Blaire's regretful voice. The voices yelling, ones she couldn't identify. The shouts and cries that Amy couldn't put a name or face too. Instead there was a peaceful silence only broken by the rush of wind that was blowing over her. It was a strange sensation, one she thought she recognized. She felt hands around her waist, holding her close to them. She felt the warmth of som
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I’ve been pondering this question in my mind all day; what job am I going to get? Not a permanent job, a part-time job while I’m in school. I didn’t want to work somewhere that people I know would go to, so any fast food place wouldn’t work. Maybe I could ask mom once I get home.
The last bell finally rung meaning school was over for the day. I jumped out of my seat and went straight for my locker and grabbed my coat and other things for homework. I then bolted down the stairs towards the buses. Why am I looking for a job? Well, one; I hate taking the bus. Two, the majority of my grade year already have a car, and I’m stuck still riding the bus to and from home. As a junior, that’s not what I want for the rest of my high school years.
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"You know," Sonic said, grunting as he let the rope slip inch by inch through his hands, "I thought tombs were smaller." The light sandstorm picked up, throwing dirt into his eyes and down his throat. He pulled his brown scarf over his mouth and lost track of the digging tools on the other end of the rope when the cavern swallowed them whole.
“Some are,” Amy said. She sported a cherry scarf covering her face and pulled a backpack out of her small ATV and slung it over her shoulders.
Sonic relaxed as the rope slackened. The tools had touched the bottom, using nearly all the rope. "And why's it called "Lovers' Tomb"? Looks pretty dangerous to me." He leaned over the side, trying to peer through the blowing sand.
She pulled him back. "Careful. This place is dangerous. There's lots of traps around here and inside."
"Hm, sounds like fun," he said, smiling. "But why the name?"
"Because long ago, a woman of noble birth died shortly before she was to be married.
When You Can't Sleep At Night.She was beautiful, but not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so. She did not have hair that dripped gold, her eyes were not the color of the frozen antarctic. Her lips were chapped and thin, her smile was bent and crooked as his own pair of inquisitive sights absorbed her in like a yellow bath sponge. She did not have a gentle laugh nor did she speak humble thoughts at times. But she was still beautiful nevertheless, despite her imperfections and her cravings to win over a certain hedgehogs gorgeous blue heart.More Like This
Sonic the hedgehog thought that she was pretty in the way the shore kissed her pale feet at the seaside, the way the moon hid itself in the curtains of darkness, hiding itself away from disturbing her sleeping form. She was beautiful in the way the wind danced around each strand of her unkempt hair, and in the way she shyly tried to hold his hand when no one want paying attention, in the way the morning air sprinkled it’s goodness through her chest, in th
Don't want to lose youSonic watched from his window as hail fell heavily into the city below. People scurried around under their black umbrellas; carrying on business as usual as if nothing had happened. The sky was beginning to darken and the streets quiet apart from the soft tap of rain hitting the window pane.More Like This
A month ago he'd failed in saving her. Failed in saving Amy. Everyone else bought into the idea that she'd died by Eggman's hands but he knew better. She wasn't dead, it didn't feel like she was gone but he couldn't go against the facts that were staring him right in the face.
Sonic momentarily tore his gaze from outside and noticed an orange fox alongside a red echidna making their way to his front door. He quickly drew the curtains and backed away from the window.
"Great.." Sonic muttered under his breath as he flopped lifelessly onto his bed. "I'm not in the mood for another lecture".
As his head hit the pillow it came into contact with something rough. In agony, he desperately shoved his
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It was an autumn evening on the planet mobius. The leaves were gently falling from the trees. A blue, speedy hedgehog was running in and amongst station square. The wind flowing in his quills. Right now, he couldn't be happier. But a sudden emptiness came upon him, he didn't quite know what it was, but he quickly brushed away the feeling and continued running in and amongst the city.
Finally he made it out of the city and out to the outskirts. As he was running of the city itself, he past a small house right on the outskirts, Sonic suddenly came to a stop.
Isn't that Amy's house? He thought, he went to the house and looked through the window, indeed the house belonged to Amy. He saw he in her kitchen cooking up something. He smiled, She certainly hasn't changed there Suddenly his expression changed, that's not the only thing that's changed. Quickly he shook his head and brought himself out from his thoughts Maybe I should pay her a visit? Befo
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Day after day, month after month, year after year. Still nothing. No emotion, no feeling, nothing.
Amy waited, she waited for something, a sign that the one she loved dear felt the same. But alas nothing, not even a smile. For the past four years Sonic, her, lover her soul mate had completely blanked Amy out. He wouldn't talk to her, he wouldn't be seen with her, he wouldn't even smile at her. For Amy, every time he looked at her, he wouldn't be looking at her, but through her. As if she wasn't really there, as if she had disappeared. And to Amy she felt like she was disappearing, soon to vanish forever. And in Amy's eyes, no-one would care. It felt like someone was always better than her, she always second best, not even that. She was an outsider, a third wheel so it wouldn't be surprising if no-one cared about her. She didn't want to be thought of as that but she couldn't change that. And that's what hurt the most.
Now she would spend most of her days inside,