Prologue

I do not own any Sonic characters, ever. Not even once. SEGA does. More than once.

Nothing is ever perfect. People go around trying to make life so, but that will never happen. Even if Sonic stays alive to keep us safe. In fact, Sonic accidently made life worst for Station Square.

Amy is well known for her annoyingness of trying to steal the speed demons heart. I sometime warn her about the consequences of that. I would say "You'll get hurt" or maybe "Your heart could break", but her stubbornness and idiocy got her to ignore me.

I was right. Not something I like or wish to say, but its true all the same. Sonic snapped when she tried to force him on a date. I bet Sonic meant no harm, he just let his control slip. He hurt Amy and I guess that was the only thing I got wrong. Her heart didn't break… It shattered. Like a plat that fell from the tallest building it was basically unrepairable.

Now we are all here, at her funeral. Yes, she committed suicide. I wish she had come to me. I would have tried to mend the pieces. I bet Sonic would have tried.

I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself if you haven't guessed. My name is Miles Prower, but I prefer my nick name Tails. I've known Sonic for… quite some time. We have fought Doctor Eggman for a long time, stopping his schemes at taking over the universe. I have seen Sonic fight things people only could dream of, but right now. He doesn't even look like he can stand.

I wear a disguise as I walk up to her coffin. Don't get me wrong, people have treated me nicely ever since I saved the city from being blown up from one of Egghead's nukes. I just got into this habit of not trusting strangers, even if I know them well. I still hide things from Sonic too.

As I look in I notice how peaceful she looks, but that only makes it more depressing. Amy was never peaceful. She always was rowdy and full of emotion that could sink a carrier, her only soft spot was a certain blue hedgehog. My friends know who I am, I van tell because they're all staring at me.

I turn and lower my cap as I walk away. If I continued to stair I probably would burst out crying. I sit down next to Sonic who was sitting down trying his best not to cry. I patted him on the back in the best way I could think of. He didn't seem to notice.

As the sermon went on Sonic never looked up, never moved, and the only sounds he would make were deep breaths that were close to sobs. I held out my hand to him. He grasped it firmly and squeezed. Luckily I have been taking martial arts classes that deal with pain like this. As long as he knows that I was here for him I know I am cheering him up… barley.

As the rest leave I stay by Sonic's side. He wanted to watch her go under her tomb. I sometimes would try to convince him not to stay knowing it would only make him feel worst. He refused every time. After the last patch of sand hit the grave my best friend and idol burst out crying and sobbing.

He clutched to me like I was a rope that prevented his falling any further. My knot must have been loose, because Sonic continued to fall. I took his to my place at the Mystic Ruins. I put in a movie that didn't have a sad seen and was mostly happy. Essentially it was a comedy, but what usually made him laugh made a tear drop fall. I tried giving him his favorite food and he only looked at it in disgust. All I can think is 'when does Sonic hate chili dogs that he would even eat three times a day.'

This moment was so sad that it was making me sick. I wanted everything back. I want the past back. The happiness the laughter… my brother, Sonic. But all was lost all was gone.

I never thought it would get worst in till the next day the announcement of Sonic's hero work was now retired. And now everything turns dark as tears, terror, and hopelessness cloud my mind. Eggman is now unstoppable. I doubt that Sonic would even listen to his 'best little bud.'

Chapter one is coming next.