One More Day
A Sonic Drabble
No, Sonic scolded himself. I'm not gonna cry.
He swore to himself he wouldn't cry. He told himself this before he even walked into the parking lot of the cemetery.
"I'm not gonna cry. I'm gonna walk in there, place the flowers on the ground, and leave. Maybe say a few words; but I won't cry." That was what he told himself, yet here he was: tearing up and he hadn't even reached the burial's gate. He was weak; just pathetic. He couldn't stop his own bodily functions. Heck, he couldn't even stop her from jumping in front of the bullet. If only he was paying attention, there was a chance he could have saved her life. He could have gotten hit with the bullet instead of her. He would have been the one six feet under, not her.
Stop it Sonic, he scolded to himself once again. Remember what Tails said.
"Sonic, you can't keep blaming everything that happens in the world on yourself. She chose to jump in the way of the bullet. That wasn't your fault." Tails had said the next day after the two had returned from the hospital. That was the day Tails and the rest of his closest friends had began planning the funeral, the one that Sonic didn't go to.
He couldn't go.
He couldn't walk in there like everything was okay. He couldn't go in and put on a show to prove to others that he was coping just fine.
Not after something like that.
This wasn't something he could laugh off. This wasn't a joke. Someone was dead; gone forever, buried underground and all.
After something like this, one would only want to curl up in a bed and cry. They'd lay in that same bed for weeks until someone who actually cared came to help them get their life back on track. That was exactly how Sonic felt at the following moment. He wanted to curl up in his bed and cry. He wanted to lay in that same bed until someone came to help him get his life back on track.
He couldn't go in there.
He wouldn't.
She didn't deserve this.
She did nothing wrong.
But life was like that; people getting punishments for nothing.
Sonic took one step closer to the gate. His foot shakily moved forward. His heel was back on the ground and that was when he realized he was overreacting. He couldn't even take a step forward. He could go into space with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the fate of the world in his hands fearlessly, but couldn't walk into a cemetery. What kind of hero was he? He took a deep breath and raised his foot once more.
He couldn't do it.
Just like yesterday.
And the day before that.
And the past three years.
Once again, like a hobby, Sonic dashed away from the cemetery's gate. Only one good thing came out of this; he had gotten the closest as he had ever gotten in years.
Sorry Ames, he thought. My visit is gonna have to wait another day.