How It Couldve Been - Ch 1

How It Could’ve Been – Chapter One:



Sonics POV:

It was Saturday afternoon. Of course I was snoozing about and drifting across clouds after a long run throughout Mobius’ intercourse of hills and mountains. As I lay in the grass, I suddenly hear a sound coming across the meadow. Just a faint cry, but one I was very familiar with.

Amy.

She was just a tiny object from the way I was looking at her, but I knew for an instant that the little pink figure dashing towards me wasn’t here to just say “Hi,”

It would probably follow up in her orderly fashion

1. Death Hug
2. More chasing
3. Tying me up as I gasp for freedom

It wasn’t that I couldn’t stand her, In fact I found her very attractive. But the constant attention only made me feel uncomfortable when she pressed by. As swiftly as I could, I got up and started to run. I could hear her whining in the background:

“Sonic! Wait! I need to tell you something!!!”

I kept running and running until her cries annoyed me no further. When she was close enough, I turned around and said to her straight in the face:

“Amy, give me a break will you? Jeese, you won’t leave me alone at all, and it’s getting very annoying! Why can’t you just GO AWAY?!?”

Suddenly as if a bomb crashed down on her head, her cheerful face flourished into a pool of sadness and despair. She began to cry and my heart began to sink and eventually, deflated.

“Amy, I didn’t---“

But before I could reach out to touch her hand, she slapped me across the cheek and ran off, sobbing.

I rubbed my face and lowered my head to the ground.

Stupid, why the hell did you do that? I thought blankly.
“She’ll just get over it, I hope.” I told my self in a promising way. I then saw her from beyond the distance, and I knew from that instant, that she would probably never speak to me again.

And I was right.

(The Next Day)

Sonics POV:

I was anxiously awaiting Amy running to me from another angle as I sat in the park, but no one came. The only person at the park besides me was the local leaf blower who didn’t look too happy to be there on a Sunday morning.

Sadly as I tossed my head left to right in hopes someone would come, I began to hum a song that I knew was one of Amy’s favorites.

Silently as the hours passed, I gazed up and down towards the ground and the sky, and suddenly a jolt of awareness flashed to my thigh.

Then I realized, it was just my cell-phone.

I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was my little fox buddy, Tails.  Usually me and Tails only talked during our missions and occasional get-togethers, but today I was wondering why he was calling at such a odd time.

I flipped my phone open and began to talk:

“Hey Tails, what’s up buddy?” I said in a laid-back tone.

“Sonic, thank goodness you answered.  I need to tell you something, and I need to tell it to you in person.  Get over to my workshop right away.” He spoke seriously.

Why was he acting so serious as we talked? Something must’ve happened, I figured. I quickly said an “OK” and ran off as quickly as I could to his workshop.

When I arrived, Tails was sitting in his lounging chair next to the towers of computers and bookshelves that covered the entire entrance of the house.  He was looking at me with eyes of bulging sadness and shining misery.  I wondered if he might be sick.

“Uh, Tails? You alright?” I asked half-jokingly.

“No Sonic, I’m not alright. Not alright at all,” He said with his ears flipped down.

“What’s wrong?”

He pulled out a small envelope from the side of his desk and sent it gliding over towards me. I caught it without thinking and tore it open and began to read what was inside.

But as I read, my eyes began to feel warm with tears, and my heart began to slow.

“Dear Sonic and whoever it may concern,

     I am leaving the prairies of Green Hill and the endless mountains of Mystic Ruin.  I want to be somewhere where I know, that deep within my heart, I will find happiness and no misery at all.  I’ve not made this decision over the course of the last few years, but over the past few days, as the person held reliable to my absence would not even think about wanting to know why I needed him so much now.  Sonic, maybe someday, when the trees are a different shade, and the clouds become a deeper blue, we will meet again, and you may find the surprise you had been waiting for, for so long.  I needn’t say so much more to when you give someone love, you should stay with them for eternity’s end.  But as I write this letter I understand that some people aren’t who they are really thought to be.  Again, we will see what the future holds for both of us….


                                                            Sincerely,
                                                                    Amy Rose”

I folded the note into two, and began to sob meaningless, unloving, tears.